Europe
Asia
Oceania
Americas
Africa
short story
It was time for Kathy to get her hands dirty…
BY
TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape
Jane stared through the kitchen window as water splattered the paving stones outside. The gutter needed clearing again. Leaves from next-door’s cherry tree would have clogged it, as it did every autum
YOUR text message sounded quite urgent,” Jane said. “Nothing wrong at the shop, is there?” She and her daughter had met for coffee at Caravaggio’s. On the other side of the small market square stood t
MAX swept his hair out of his eyes, but the wind blew it back again. He must get to the barber but he’d been so busy lately. It was a blustery day. The long grasses around him rippled like waves, and
Finally reaching the island, Beth realised something was very wrong
CLARE reached the station, gasping and with sweat pooling at the base of her spine, with two minutes to spare. It took her a moment to realise no-one else waiting for the train, and a shiver of worry