It was still there when Laura came down for breakfast, wrapped in her winter dressing gown, sheepskin slippers warming her…
The house is crowded with mourners. The world and his oyster knew and loved her grandmother, and the funeral in…
Elle hunkered down into the sofa, shoulders hunched and arms crossed. The voice – his voice – carried on its…
Quiet hung over the forest. The rabbit twitched its nose at the wrongness of it. Where were the bird calls,…
With thanks to Dean Writers member Carol Sheppard for the prompt. He’s full of her, his new work colleague. Lauren…
Marie lifted her gaze to meet the man’s eye squarely, no hesitation. ‘Thank you for your time. See you soon,’…
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…