Category Archives: John Lary

Benny pressed both hands against the cold black wood of the church door and pushed. The door stayed firmly shut. “Not yet” said Benny to himself. He turned and walked away from the desolate old building and back up the … Continue reading →

Ed and Sally’s two-year-old daughter Emmy followed her mother into the kitchen, helpfully dropping an open pot of strawberry yoghurt into the dishwasher. As Sally fished this out, Emmy gazed up at her with entrancing blue eyes and announced that … Continue reading →

The moorland house sits quietly in its place as the last streaks of red leave the darkening sky. Another day is ending. A day when the inhabitants of the moorland house harvested their crops, loaded their livestock and sent them … Continue reading →

“And this” says Staff Nurse Riley, as she opens the door to number 13 “is Jack’s room”. Gemma follows the Staff Nurse in to meet Jack – her very first patient. A frail man with sparse white hair is sitting … Continue reading →

Martin’s hands were tingling. He hadn’t expected it to be so cold, but the mist enveloping the country park had brought the temperature tumbling down. “Should’ve worn my gloves, Jean” he said. Jean smiled her I-told-you-so smile. She never felt … Continue reading →

Herbie stood on the edge of the runway watching the Cessna plane, his flight out of the remote African Ocean island, disappear into the distance without him. It had been the fulfilment of a lifetime’s dream to come to the … Continue reading →