Unlucky in Love, Unlucky at Cards
by
Ian
Rankin
Unlucky at cards, lucky in love: isn't that how the saying goes? Which is why Chick Morrison went to the casino the night his wife finally walked out....
Sneeze for danger
by
Val
McDermid
I shifted in my canvas chair, trying to get uncomfortable. The hardest thing about listening to somebody sleeping is staying awake yourself. Mind you, there wasn’t much to...
What Am I After All?
by
Walt
Whitman (1819 - 92)
What am I after all but a child, pleas`d with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over; I stand apart to hear - it...
The dating game
by
Gervase
Phinn
After the disastrous date with Brenda, I was very apprehensive when my best friend Peter suggested that I make up a foursome. He was “walking out” with a...
Grandma Mullarkey
by
Gervase
Phinn
Grandma Mullarkey was a striking looking woman. She had clear penetrating blue eyes, high arching brows, long dark eyelashes, thick lustrous silver hair, fine hands and a sensuous...
Netherfoot nativity
by
Gervase
Phinn
Now, on the run up to Christmas, I met Monsignor Leonard again. I arrived at the small Roman Catholic primary school at Netherfoot the week before the school...
Saturday morning at the barbers
by
Gervase
Phinn
On Saturday mornings there would be a row of men and glum little boys waiting for their haircuts. Reg, the barber, was a small bald-headed man with a...
When I get up from my chair
by
Pam
Ayres
Quiet please! Kindly don’t impede my concentration, I am sitting in the garden thinking thoughts of propagation, Of sowing and of nurturing, the fruits my work will bear,...
Tricks of the trade
by
Gervase
Phinn
This is an extract from Gervase Phinn 's memoir in which he describe some of the tricks young doctors played on naive trainee nurses. Gervase's mother, a nurse...
Booknook
by
Joyce
Dunbar
Come, Find a nook, Snuggle up With me And a book. We will gaze and ponder Dream and wonder At other lives In distant times And faraway places,...
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