A home bird

It was still dark when all the bells of Rome began to toll. Their chorus calling on the populace to wake, to pray, to work. Maddalena Viscuso looked back and saw a dawning strip which pushed against t

THE boy was a scrawny little thing with some smudges on his face. He stood in our hall with a label tied to his small case and another pinned on his clothes, just staring around at everything as if he

MINNIE MACMILLAN sat at the kitchen table before her typewriter, pecking away at the keys. She was making a new copy of the short story she had been labouring on for the past week. Her method was to f

THERE could be no doubt about it – Julie was a handful. Brought up by her grandparents when her wayward mother took off, Julie seemed to have spent her young life on a mission to prove that she was no

Finally reaching the island, Beth realised something was very wrong

USUALLY, when I’ve written my story for you, I let Anne read it, but I don’t think I will let on to my dear Anne that I have written this one. Anne has been scratching her head and saying, “Well, I kn