by Sally Patricia Gardner | Jul 30, 2008 | Stories
Mrs Crawford had always been a great believer in the power of prayer, but she knew that things had gone too far for that. Gingerly, she pushed back the covers on her side of the bed and let her feet search for her slippers. She knew that it was important to keep warm...
by Roland Gardner | Jul 30, 2008 | Stories
If you drive north on the Golden State Freeway out of Los Angeles, the first settlement of any size that you reach is Saugus. The freeway roughly follows the line of the San Andreas Fault. As you drive, you are aware that the highway crosses and re-crosses the Fault....
by Roland Gardner | Jul 27, 2008 | Stories
When I was a lad, (how often have we heard that phrase from our elders and betters), my heroes were not those of my peers. My mates spoke in hushed tones of Tommy Lawton, Nat Lofthouse, Johnny Haynes and, of course, the incomparable Stan Matthews. Not that I disliked...
by Jan Hedger | Jul 27, 2008 | Stories
Don’t want to go to school. Feel sick! Don’t like Miss Prendergast, she smells, like boiled cabbage and sweaty socks. And she’s got wart, a great big one on the side of her nose. I know it’s a wart cos I had one on my finger and mam put some horrible brown stuff on...