by Sally Patricia Gardner | Sep 10, 2010 | Stories
His name was Alfred Hughes. There was a lot about him in the paper that week. They called him the Hastings Hero. He not only saved my life, but apparently he then ran straight into the hotel and dashed inside. If you look carefully at the helmet you can see where the...
by Sally Patricia Gardner | Jul 22, 2009 | Stories
Bobby was really fed up. I mean, he loved Lizzie desperately, with a passion that he had not known he was capable of feeling. Surely he constantly made that obvious in a million ways? Her health was so fragile that he worried incessantly about her, to the extent that...
by Sally Patricia Gardner | Mar 23, 2009 | Stories
Heather was cold. She pulled the two gray blankets up to cover her nose. She could feel her breath warming her face that way and it was surprisingly comforting. Mummy had said she wouldn’t be a minute, but Heather knew better. Every time the air raid warning went,...
by Sally Patricia Gardner | Jan 19, 2009 | Stories
Letter from Timmy the dog, one of Ms Blyton’s Famous Five. From: The camp site—somewhere wet, cold and miserable. Dear Pussikins Fluffles Willow, Oh, Ok, Ok, so I know you hate being called that. It’s just that I’m feeling all bitter and twisted, even my bark is...
by Sally Patricia Gardner | Nov 18, 2008 | Stories
( An abridged and adapted excerpt from my second Novel ) In 1914, having just completed her nursing probation at the Royal Free Hospital in London, Kitty waves her brother, Harry, and her lover, Lawrence, off to war. A few days later she begins work at the Royal...
