My assorted stories
Home. No place like it, now that school had broken up for Christmas. Time to forget the noise, the smells and petty hassles from pupils and teachers alike.
She wore a frown like an open wound; coming here to visit me had not been easy. In her arms, she cradled a slim package.
So there I was, stood outside, squinting from the bright sunlight. I thought it's a nice day for it anyway. This time it's not just a game, it's for real.