by Bev Morrant | Apr 12, 2009 | Stories
Her daddy meant the world to her. He was the strength, the pillar, the support that held her world together, but daddy was gone. He was in Northern Ireland supporting the troops that were trying to keep the peace. She didn’t understand the politics of it all, she just...
by Ashley Roden | Apr 10, 2009 | Stories
Major Jim Blackburn leant back in the canvas chair. His elbow rested on a wooden bench made of local Afghan plywood so dry it was almost desiccated. He looked at the cards in his hand. The three and four of clubs, the eight of spades, nine of diamonds and the jack of...
by Rory Kelly | Apr 10, 2009 | Stories
The candles are lit, the banners hung. The guests are arrived, the presents with them. But where’s the birthday boy? Climb the stairs, knock twice. “Young master?” Wait two heartbeats. “Sir?” Wait two more. “You’re needed.” Knock again; enter. Avert your eyes. “Young...
by Christine Bridson-Jones | Apr 8, 2009 | Stories
He was tall. More than that I couldn’t say, as his face was shielded by his hat and the collar of his raincoat. I took the envelope from his hand. He walked away. “Wait,” I said, “ We need to talk.” “It’s all right Carol. Everything you need to know is...
by Jan Vivian | Apr 8, 2009 | Stories
My grandson and I were clearing out the attic, making room for the conversion work that would provide extra space, when we found it, an old photograph of Josh. We were moving old steamer trunks full of newspaper cuttings and photo albums and we happened on one that...
by Graham Webb | Apr 8, 2009 | Stories
At the age of 5 our mum must have had the worst possible start in life as in WW1 she lost her dad, John Sheldon. He died in Hamburg a POW on the 23rd December 1918. But her misery wasn’t to end there as in WW2 she also lost her husband Edwin Webb, this on the 30th May...
