Cherrypicked stories

She sits where she always sits, at her table, outside her café. And she drinks what she always drinks: the caramel latte with a swish of cream. And...

The butcher and his vicar wife have stopped eating meat and these days they’re agnostic at best. Their lives revolve around Sundays, meat and God...

Through a bare window

Let there be light (and warmth).

It was Crowe’s kind of ride, neither he nor the taxi driver spoke. Their silence was broken by the sporadic bursts from the Satnav. Crowe flicked his...

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park and it was in the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill where local Children’s Writer, Alesha Khan, was hosting a dinner party, and among the guests were Kerry Freeborn and Sharon Blackburn, a pair of visiting thespians.

We hiked across the hills together that day. (WIkimedia Commons image)

Charcoal-soft dark calls, silk wings oil-easy under cinder blue. Llightless, sky heavies falls to tall birch tops' black lace twigs, pillared on slim...

Two tiny black pyramids. Like black sugar, but with a faintly glowing core. Supposedly I’ll be able to taste the light. But I’m thinking too much...