A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.

A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.

Yesterday’s air sucked out, tidied and smoothed for re-use.

But in my head that summer before we moved into the town was yellow and purple and red and supremely happy

Truda paused at the gate and tried to calm her racing heart.

He sat on the bench. Their bench. And watched the birds. And remembered.

She said she was crying tears of happiness. That’s when I learnt that happiness could make you cry too.

It was Christmas the first time they made love; he said it felt like coming home

"I love you, Martha, but you break things. You're breaking us."

You have to play the cards you're dealt