by Bryn Strudwick | Mar 25, 2009 | Stories
Wumpf! It was like a dull thud but it shook the house and rattled the windows. “That was a bit close,” muttered Margaret. “Are we going to die?” whispered William, nestling against her. Margaret immediately regretted her involuntary comment. “No, of course not,...
by Bryn Strudwick | Mar 24, 2009 | Poetry
I was shopping in Sainsburys on Sunday when the two minutes silence began, To remember the dead of a century’s wars, that unique invention of man. I covertly looked around me at the shoppers all silent and still And the checkout assistant, with head bowed, in front of...
