I fell across this glorious image on Pixabay (where I get all my images from) and had to use it.…
With thanks to Dean Writers member Carol Sheppard for the prompt. He’s full of her, his new work colleague. Lauren…
We buried him yesterday under a louring sky, the vicar saying the service over his coffin as we lowered him…
The boy squinted at the house. Tall, built of weathered stone with ancient stone windows filled with puckered glass. Four…
The sand castle took him all day to build. Other kids splashed in the shallows, dived beneath the waves, dug…
‘I hate that saying.’ Maddie crossed her arms and glared at her mother. ‘It might be for the best,’ she…
Freddy hated being different. It was bad enough having the only white skin among them all – skin which actually…
‘A new future,’ he told her. ‘Together forever.’ He laid a gentle hand on her stomach. ‘The three of us.’…
A rainy London day and the taxis are busy, not one to spare for him. He doesn’t care. The weather…
I sit on a window ledge, high up in the tower. Behind me is the room I’m to spend the…