Down the line

CAZ stood beside the open door of the bus and checked the names of boarding passengers on her tablet. “This is our third trip with you,” Mavis confided as her husband took her hand and helped her aboa

They were childhood pals – but was their relationship picking up steam?

I’D like to visit the factory, Raymond,” Helen Steele announced. “We have been in Bedford for more than a fortnight now and I still have not taken a look around.” “You shall,” her husband said. “Let’s

POSTERS for a touring circus blossomed in shop windows, and on any vacant stretch of boarding. Some were pasted on top of other posters, from many seasons ago. They were a snowstorm of colour to catch

AFTER a while, the hole in the bathroom floor became as familiar to Mary as her own reflection in the mirror over the sink. She contacted six tradespersons she found online before one agreed to even c

NOTHING to report, Grant, except the usual niggles with the coal delivery. “Here, have a cup before I go.” “Thanks, Jim. I’m fair parched.” Grant removed his bicycle clips and accepted the proffered t