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It had been their ‘on the way home from work’ pub conversation. Let’s both make a list of pros and cons. Long walks in parks hand in hand, saying ‘...

A series of postcards of mountain ranges, the Appalachians and the Southern Alps, all of them stamped and posted to an address in Glasgow’s Southside...

After two hours, he was steered to the minister’s private office. The walls of the entrance hall and the rest of the interior walls were painted in...

Okay, a bit of cheek, as in not being quite a nonce word, but I may be forgiven for inventing a nonce character, who has at times since come in handy. This is a (mostly) a true story, the facts have only been changed to enhance poetic licence.

Shoot from the hip, quick have your say so many openings to comment today, don’t pause for thought, or listen – you ought to think of the reasons...

Angelozzi Tetriverdzi was born to a poor family in the village of Mamati in Guria, western Georgia, on 25 th January 1928. A hardworking lad who...

Silence. She hadn’t spoken since. For that matter, she hadn’t woken up since either. She slept the sleep of the dead. Sam had tried everything to...

Detective Inspector Wood has a 'war wound' in need of attention whilst D.S. Stone has spotted someone 'known to the police'.

How can I prepare to welcome new verses when lapse of memory chases days and nights; voices floating; emotions longing to be carried in flight,...