Kneeling before you on a cold January day, my hand still clenched round the hollow imprint of the coin that until recently I had held, at forty e…

On the edge of my village, sitting in an overgrown field, pot-marked with tombstones, alone, stands a church, itself a tombstone to a bygone era. A gr…

He walked casually down the street, glancing in shop windows as he went, hair blowing in the breeze, smiling, a knife in his pocket, the sheep’s head…

  Walking through grassy corridors, hemmed in by lines of cars, looking for that elusive bargain at my local car boot sale, I spotted a statue carved…

  Sitting reluctantly in front of my pudding, a few cold prunes covered in a layer of tepid custard, I patiently endure my reprimand, a friend to my l…

  My friend, who I know from experience likes to listen more than to speak, usually while sitting with a half empty pint of ale in one hand and a ciga…

Jim was naturally sociable - he found it easy making new friends, he always had. Any opportunity to meet new people was useful and travelling, in part…

I usually travel as companion to my aunt for six weeks in summer and for three weeks in spring. Sadly, my parents are dead. During term time, I suffer…

Sunny leaves her bedroom door open. Assuming but not knowing that she wanted me, I follow her, gently pulling the door to. The soft carpet masks the s…

  If I have one vice, it is that I enjoy playing the odd game of poker on the Internet, along with all that that entails. Usually, I play when my chil…

I like to think about relationships in terms of booze. Moby’s parents are a Cassis cocktail. Her mum is the Cassis, she’s sweet and sticky. Likable, b…

“What am I going to do?” Smelly socks stares down into her coffee, glum faced. Moby has left to go shopping in town. Window shopping probably, she sai…