Author: Janet Jordan

The radio and chattering birds woke me up.   A warm finger of sun touched my face and I heard a

The airman was now awake, and his thoughts were racing.  A door near him opened and closed and he tried

Arrive at Ingrid and Don’s freshly painted white gate just after three. There’s obviously no one at home. We park

There they snuggle, the racy little red sports model and the comfortable blue family saloon! It’s been years, nearly 50,

HUSBAND AND WIFE SITIING IN ARMCHAIRS, READING BOOKS. THERE IS A LONG SILENCE. HUSBAND:   Have you… er…? WIFE:             I thought

I just don’t believe it!  Write about a happy marriage he said.  I ain’t got much appreciation of grammer and

“That’s a stupid question.” Geraldine tossed aside the glossy pages of Brides Today and looked at the innocent face of

Gerald lumbers into the pub garden, panting and out of breath.  He’s in his late fifties, balding and portly, and

Billy picked up his shiny red bucket and spade that his parents had bought on their last holiday and started

CHECKMATE ‘I hate you, Tom Small,’ Tabitha said glaring across the kitchen table on a Friday night in late January.  Tom

It was Zama who found the diamond.  She had draped her family’s wet clothes over the boulders that lined the

Clinging to the rockface Stevie tried to remember what had happened.  He could feel fingers going numb and cold as

Extract from the diary of S. T. Coleridge or A Slight Misinterpretation of the Task (Coleridge was famously interrupted in

The problem is I don’t fit the mould; never have, never will. Their world can’t countenance the likes of me