by Bob Jenkins | Oct 23, 2008 | Stories
Measured in terms of church attendance, I’m a terrible Christian, but in the small Oxfordshire village of my early youth the agricultural seasons and religious festivals were all interwoven and we school children made regular trips to the church to celebrate them. The...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Oct 21, 2008 | Stories
It was her silent affirmations that kept her from going completely insane. Stopped her from fading away into the nothingness of the room around her “I am here. I am here,” she repeated over and over, “I think therefore I am”. The darkness had taken her over once or...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Oct 21, 2008 | Stories
The glowing white tombstones gleamed out of the grass, like Great White shark’s teeth in green gums. A wave of female bodies moved back and forth, searching, gasping, falling, and accepting. All except one. Alice had not wanted to come here. Hers was not the role of...
by Roland Gardner | Oct 21, 2008 | Stories
When I was three, my greatest friend was Pop Figgit. He and his wife Margaret were two of the nicest people I ever met – and sixty years later I have found no reason to change my opinion. Early in 1941, their house in a south London suburb was bombed. They were...
by Roland Gardner | Oct 9, 2008 | Stories
In 1954 I was thirteen years old and was a pupil at Colditz. Well, Skinners’ Grammar School for Boys, as it was more commonly known. Every Thursday afternoon, everyone in the third, fourth and fifth forms was consigned to the loving care of Sergeant-Major Jock...
by Kevin Welsh | Sep 30, 2008 | Stories
The morning mist that had hung heavily over the landscape had long been burnt away by the crisp, clear streams of the autumnal mid-morning sun; which in turn had surrendered to the steady drizzle of the light rain which was now falling. It was mid-afternoon in...
