Monthly Archives: June 2011
He stared at us, a face contorted with the pain and confusion of sudden death. Perry Smith’s young life had ended Advertisements
I’m just waiting for the bride to arrive. Because I am old and well dressed, people who see me assume I am a wedding guest, but I’m not.
According to our roving reporter some strange things are happening in Higham. Ghosts in the graveyard, bats in the belfry. Even bulls running amuck everywhere.
I am doing what I have done for a while now, just drifting around, not being very helpful, Or so I was always told, not my words.
Dear Auntie Pen, I have been happily married for nearly forty years, and every night we have a cup of cocoa and two ginger biscuits before bed.
Dear Auntie Pen, My husband went to the pub last week and came home with a camel he had won in their raffle.
Dear Auntie Pen, Yesterday I came home from work early with a headache and found my husband in our bedroom with the dustman and the butcher.