by Jenny Martin | Apr 16, 2009 | Stories
Jack sat up in bed his unseeing eyes staring ahead, his dream-strangled cry fading to nothing. When he reached for the warm comfort of his sleeping wife, as he’d done for fifty-odd years after one of his nightmares, there was only the cold white sheet. You’re a crazy...
by Jenny Martin | Apr 16, 2009 | Stories
Yvette walked around the war memorial pausing to read the names on each panel. Some were familiar but the name she sought was not among them. What had become of Papa? Had he been shot for mutiny? Or cowardice? Or desertion? She sank down on the seat that encircled the...
by Jenny Martin | Apr 15, 2009 | Poetry
Your Daddy’s off to his training, there’s a war on, you must not cry, they said when he left on a troop train. Training-war-train-do-not-cry baffled my three-year-old mind. Three years with a few brief encounters when he returned home on leave shrouded in battledress...
by Jenny Martin | Apr 15, 2009 | Poetry
Nineteen-fifteen silk postcard hand embroidered flowers and greeting To dearest Mother on your birthday. Pencilled message ‘Out with my pals got this hope you like it. Love from Tommy.’ Shells scream, ears sing; stars silent. Nineteen-sixteen silk postcard pink wild...
