Friday and Saturday nights are always the worst. Jack has learned how to differentiate the time wasters from the really sick. He wanders through the waiting area, trying to do a bit of triage.
I’ll tell you the funniest thing that ever happened to me. I got trapped underneath a Christmas tree. It was back in the eighties.
Jack Shipley doesn’t know that the image he’s about to capture will, within a week, be familiar to everyone who reads newspapers.
He is concerned, he says, pushing the drawing towards her across the table. She glances at it briefly, without bothering to pick it up and, seeing nothing remarkable, looks up at him.
Jamie saw her first...Not that David will let something like that stand in his way. What David wants he usually gets. And anything he can't get his mum gets for him.
I had killed Father Christmas. Not on purpose, but he was still dead. He lay still on the pavement and blood had turned his beard pink.
Lily's not stupid. She knows the difference between the truth and a lie. But she also knows it's not always best to tell the truth. Sometimes it just makes things worse.
My new favourite word is ‘acrimonious’, which is probably quite an unusual word for a ten year old boy to know. But then I’m quite an unusual ten year old boy.
Rose likes to spoil things for Emily. She's always done it, for as long as they've been friends.
Father bangs down his fists on the table in front of him, and Enid gasps. People turn to look at her, and she is sure they can see her thoughts, which are not the right ones.
Sandra’s the first adult I’ve spoken to in weeks. Her cardigan’s buttoned up wrong and she’s wearing half her lunch down her top and the other half stuck between her teeth.
A story for anybody old enough to remember the oppressively hot Summer of 1976! It's fiction, by the way!
Daniel Williams is a bully. He always has been, ever since we were in nursery together. My teacher says ‘bully’ isn’t a helpful label.
Ten very short stories, and only one of them autobiographical. And no, I haven't counted the characters. They're short enough for me!
“You’ve got a tongue in your head” snaps Granny, in a voice that makes Sarah think she doesn’t like her very much. Granny says that Sarah is ‘acting shy’, and it makes her cross.
In the corner, a time bomb ticks, cunningly disguised as a small boy. I pick up the register. Most of my flock are into the routine now. They wish me a cheerful good morning.
‘You’re one of them, aren’t you?’ Jennifer Twigg, flanked as usual by her henchwomen, spread the palms of her hands on my desk and leaned forward to smirk into my face.
Afterwards, Karen will blame Ray for what happens. She hates it when Doug brings his mates home, and she especially hates it when he brings Ray. She is already on her third glass of wine.