Still as a statue

COME on, Auntie Jo – your turn!” Seven-year-old Sophie pushed the little cubes of wood across the table towards her aunt. Jo glanced at the clock and sighed. Still another 10 minutes before her niece

AS I hang my clothes in the wardrobe of the hotel room we’re sharing, I feel my sister Clare’s eyes on me. Through a mirror, I catch the thoughtful look on her face. It’s a look that’s often there, bu

STRAIGHT upstairs, Billy, and wash those hands. Chicken wings OK for tea?” “With barbecue sauce?” Billy licked his lips. “Yes. Be quick, now.” Dumping his muddy football boots by the door, Billy scoot

AIDEN leaned over the bridge and gazed at his lonely reflection in the waters below. All around there was noise and mounting excitement for the parade to come, but his heart was so heavy, he felt like

I LIFT my head to the weak sun and give thanks for having survived another winter. It’s good to see the lane is passable, even if there are ruts and puddles. However, I can still see the bones of icy,

Night, Mum,” Millie called through the living room door. “See you tomorrow, pet.” Her mum stifled a yawn as she called from the sofa where she was watching a film. In the hall mirror, Millie adjusted