Redhill Place flats were at the top of a hill on the outskirts of the city. Ten floors high, from the east side they overlooked a cemetery. Views from the west saw the railway line heading north. Redhill Primary School was opposite the main entrance and to the rear were garages and bike sheds. City Council wanted to demolish these old flats and rebuild on the same spot. Their plan being that curre...
The fountain in Dingley Dell had been there for centuries. It stood opposite a very old and twisted tree near the edge of the park and for as long as locals could remember, it was tradition to throw in a coin and make a wish. Legend said that within the twisted old tree lived a elf. Under cover of darkness, he would lift coins from the water, clean them till they shone and bury them around the p...
Touching her forehead, Mary traced with her fingers, the shape of an egg sized lump beneath the bandage. She felt quite dizzy and let out a deep sigh, covering her eyes with her hands.
“Are you alright Missus…?”
Mary looked up to see a young lad sitting opposite, his head also wrapped in a bandage. There was no egg shaped bump under his, but there were a lot of blood stains. He had obviously ta...
Coreopsis, Queen of the Fairies was very sad. She was getting older. When she looked into the lily pond each morning and smiled at her reflection, she noticed that her tiny teeth were no longer like pretty, shiny pearls. They were a cloudy yellow colour and not very pretty at all. She decided she would stop smiling and anyone approaching her must not smile, for she would feel she must smile back ...
Bobby was five. He had curly red hair and a chubby face full of freckles. He loved football, hide and seek and chocolate ice cream but most of all he loved Spiderman. Every wall in his bedroom had Spiderman posters. Spiderman was his absolute hero. He watched the movies with his Dad, Bobby’s eyes growing bigger at every amazing thing Spiderman did to save the world. On his birthday, the most favou...
She could see it from her kitchen window. It had always been there, all the years that Jessie could remember. From playing in the garden as a small child looking over the fence, to her wedding morning as she posed for photographs with the view in the background. Kinlorrie Island was very small, no one lived there now but the shells of two small cottages were still clearly visible. The only access...
The platform was crowded as it was every morning with hundreds of commuters jostling to catch their connection into the city. Damien clutched his man bag to his chest , inching his way forward to the platform edge so he could be one of the first to get on board.
The train arrived, doors slid open and a battle for seats commenced. He was lucky and found a single seat opposite a bowler hatted gen...
The hand lay nestled in the long grass, palm upwards. It was a lined palm, the outline of letter ‘M’ very prominent.
What would a palm reader make of that I wondered.
Who did this hand belong to?
The nails were manicured, so clearly a lady who took care of her hands. Not a kitchen worker or a cleaner, no this hand looks too soft for that type of work. No, this hand belonged to someone who possi...
