Author: Janet Jordan

The sleek lines of the powerful car powered its way along the motorway, effortless speed at the touch of his

I’ve never been out with a girl, not because I don’t want to, it’s just that I really don’t know

I am nearly seven years old; it’s the Easter holidays and I am outside in the paddock milking one of

THE CONCERT Thirty four years ago, almost to the day, I was shot as I walked beneath the arches near

It was a few years ago when I was convalescing at my parent’s seaside cottage.   The weather was kind at

We all had special needs, and the council had placed us in a supported living facility.  It was a short

THE UNKNOWING The bedside clock makes an almost indiscernible ‘click’, for I have turned off the bell, but the sound

Here (from Simon) is a pure nostalgia video

The brass door handle turned slowly,  light reflecting off its scarred surface, worn down by a thousand turning, greasy fingers

Pathologist Andrew Bennett had been in attendance at Flat 21, Peabody Buildings, Clerkenwell for almost half-an-hour before the two detectives

Reverend Foster stooped into the small parlour, warm and welcoming as a grandmother’s hug. He sank gratefully into to a

“It’s a deceased estate.   Complete clearance.   See what’s there.   Shouldn’t take very long,” my boss said handing me a key,

The room smelt musty, the half smoked pipe lay in the ashtray its bowl still half full of unused tobacco

The kitchen was a long thin room with many doors and a soaring ceiling.   At one end was a buttermilk