Cherrypicked stories

It was a pleasant surprise to see how well our folks had prepared the road. It was smooth and hard, strengthened by gravel in places ready for winter...

For those who saw me coming home early in the morning. Cheerful, relieved and a little confused. And in a ripped Spiderman costume. For them is this...

In which Josiah, Chantelle, D.S. Stone and Frankie all answer a 'call of nature', in rather different circumstances and with mixed results, whilst Archibald tries to get to grips with Spanish cuisine, and loses!

At night, the prison was quiet as a pay phone off the hook. I tugged at the sheet. Guards had beaten me. Now they set out to humiliate and had me...

At first The black umbrella On a sunny afternoon. Shadows lengthen As the day begins To unwind Green leaves rustle, Green shade falls Across the...

Image author's own fault. Not much to see here.

When I’m settling up for what I owe when leaving a restaurant, disembarking from a taxi, admiring my newly coiffured curls in the mirror at Stanislav...

Sometimes you’re aware of an absence when you come round. Sometimes, but less often, a presence. He wasn’t much to look at. Shaved cue-ball head...

Dear diary... Recalling foraging along the woodland trail; where clearly on backdrop of diverse leaves, blackberries thread on limp hanging branches...