It was always “tomorrow”. In fact, tomorrow would mark 99 yesterdays; each one a little fonder yet a little sadder than the last.Read More The Window
Mary-Anne looked at the Union Jack hanging limply outside the window. “Vase,” she replied stoney-faced, “with an “ay”.”Read More You say tomato
“One day we’ll be looking down from up there and we’ll laugh about all of this,” Katie looked for recognition but Piers didn’t flinch.
“Do you believe,” she started.Read More The Great Beyond
Matthew hated Sunday worship more than he hated cleaning his moss and Matthew hated cleaning his moss.Read More Tree Sermon
It had been a long winter. There was no fire. No chocolate.Read More June