Fiction
Autumn/ September 1967
One Evening
While they were talking Larry leaned his bike against the sooty sycamore tree in the street outside her door. Daylight was leaving the sky. Soon he’d have to go home. […]
Fiction
Winter 1944
A Wet Day
“How is your lettuce, Ma’am?” asked the old parish priest. “I hear it’s been bad everywhere this year.” He paused and blew his nose loudly and then he looked around him. […]