A husband's suspicions concerning his wife's fidelity are aroused.

An old man, his memory failing, searches for the grave of his lost love.

First person account of a department store caretaker's final day before retirement.

A literary sketch of a bank holiday fair.

A young man hangs himself in prison. Public defender Audrey Meyers reflects on the events that led to his death.

A soldier encounters a beautiful girl.

A man visits his wife in hospital.

A boy defies his hated guardian through the worship of a great ferret who lives in the tool-shed.

Theodoric is not alone in his train compartment and, while not actually afraid of mice.....

Crib Goch is the hardest route up Snowden, it’s classed as a grade one scramble, which means that you can’t, or shouldn’t, do it in weekend sneakers, although I’ve seen worse.

Once there was a man named Frederick Alarcy who lived and died. He left a widow and two strong sons, and they lived through their grief on the slopes of Broken Pine Tor

A final chink of light disappears behind me. The five steps up a narrow staircase lead me to a tiny, sacred space where showbiz magic is made.

When I run, I leave the skin of my shyness behind, and I feel like a horseman on the Mongolian steppe, free, without boundaries.

Saturday. Ged’s day. Best day of the week. When Jean usually pops over to see her sister. If I play my cards right we’ll hardly see each other till tomorrow.

Even though Miss Parker is nice, I don’t always like our visits. She has so many words while I have none.