For Sheila and Roger   Let us go then, you and I, to gape at sunsets spread across the sky, that meld …

Dad’s firm had a Christmas picnic at a park in Canterbury where all the families came and ate sausages in bread and …

There was no answer. Geoffrey pulled open the fly screen door and ran inside. He was scared of what he might find. …

A heavy foot shoved his face into the water. He heard ‘Move grommet’ before the fuzz of the surf smothered him. He …

‘Have you balanced yet, Lothar? We can’t be staying here all evening.’ ‘Almost, Herr L-Langmann,’ said Lothar, his cheeks flushing red. He …

“Me, me, me, me, me, me, me.”  Val can hear them as they flit between the soft cream lounges and the clinking …

The box is light as always. But that means very little. It’s what’s inside that counts. Don’t judge a book by its …

Joe stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel.  He threw the towel over his head and rubbed really hard …

I never saw the murderer that Christmas day. Bonnie did, and Moss – or so they said. Mama told me not to …

Tom looked out the window from his large and luxurious hotel bed.  The Tokyo skyline was strangely eerie.  The aircraft warning lights …