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I know it's risky attempting to steer a liminal conversation but that's me...
Kerryn watched as the lotus bud took shape...
On holiday in the Black Forest, a matchmaking couple involve a beautiful local girl in a bet concerning the marital status of a young friend.
A young boy talks about his grandfather.
The death of a exemplary servant is widely reported.
The planned felling of a cherry tree causes conflict between a father and daughter in this childhood recollection.
First person account of a department store caretaker's final day before retirement.
Twisted coming of age tale. A young boy is persecuted by his brothers, sister and ungrateful father. Contains adult language.
Clovis discusses a match for Wriatislav - the black sheep of a rather greyish family.
Life's roughest jokes don't have punch-lines.
"He said follow the beat. Teddy thought, this is the beat, isn’t it?"
A man picks up a piece of string, an act which unfortunately coincides with the loss of a mayor's pocket book.
The only pleasure in the life of a lonely widow is the dismal view from her third floor New York boarding house.
Mrs. McDoogle had a bugle,
But she couldn’t play a note.
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
“Go to Goldman’s Greenhouses. Joseph … will start you … at a buck sixty an hour.” His lungs empty of smoke, “Go talk to him. He’s your uncle. He’ll hire you.
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.
My mum is the undisputed tea-drinking heavyweight champion of the world… or at least the whole of South Lexington Avenue.
Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.
"Damn thing," old Ernie muttered, glancing up from his laptop. He reached out to shut off the annoying noise but noticed the call was from his area. This was unusual.
The cozy brick bungalow stood on a short lane of similarly modest houses with a small, mostly overgrown park at the far end and an intersection leading to Darlington High Street.
The spark of his life was fading, but his mind was still sharp, and his memories cocooned him.
Dessie O'Connell was 6 feet 3, thick of bone, and naturally muscular. Unlike almost all of the actors with whom he'd first competed for parts, he hardly needed to work out in order to resemble a Hellenic god.
"It's at the ranch, on the other side of the farm, in those mountains. All we need to do is catch it. Can you imagine how much we can sell it for?
