... SHORT STORY about! These were those people next door! Why, tihey were more terrible than Joe the milkman, or Mr Wilson the baker, or the man at the Post Office where she drew her pension. What if their hair was long? When she was a girl the young men ...

... Short Story MP My father, wrote He likes football and t and often tells me stories , Qli t them, he knows b® cricket because he used an umpire a long time • At night when home from work te> some of the funny thing t happen to him at work, a 1 makes ...

... SHORT STORY Gentle hands transferred her to a stretcher and she felt cold air on her face as she was carried out. When she came to, she felt glorious heat coursing through her bones. She was in a warm bed, covered in soft, downy blankets. That girl's ...

... SHORT STORY Brightly-lit shops merely heightened her depressed mood. She had lost interest in shopping for bargains when the girls went away. Her legs began to ache and, finding herself outside a cafe, she went in. The only vacant seat was at a table ...

... Short Story HAZEL M.MARTELL Back inside the house, she just had time to clear away the breakfast things before Richard woke up and came downstairs. He was a four-year-old version of Joe with Joe's temperament, too. Very calm, nothing perturbed him. Sometimes ...

... SHORT STORY Oh Terry, I'm so sorry but 1 can't—not tonight. She began to explain haltingly at first then as she warmed to her subject, her eyes shone. Terry gazed at her in amazement. You mean that old tramp they brought in last week. Sue, ...

... SHORT STORY The sight that met her eyes froze the angry torrent of words she had spent hours preparing. Anne, rain dripping from her face and hair, her silver shoes sodden and ruined, was enveloped in the boy's overcoat which covered most of her small ...

... SHORT STORY BY HAZEL A/TK£N Hello, there! She was greeting Ellen and Don as if she knew them* whilst Julie and I exchanged puzzled glances. I thought you said Miss Lauder was here? my grand-daughter hissed at me and my bewilderment deepened. You ...

... SHORT STORY now rectangles of gold in the rainy dusk and somewhere inside a class was singing, their voices raised in unison. He stood there for a long time, feeling again like the boy who had gone off to school so many months ago. What could he possibly ...

... Short story THE Children's Library story-telling sessions are to stop over the festive period. The last session will be held on Thursday, December 21, with them restarting on Tuesday, January 9. The sessions are held for three and four year olds each ...

... Short Story Henry lived less than nine miles away so he was sure to receive his Dear John letter the morning. Of course he'd probably call tomorrow but by then the worst would be over, Peg reasoned. He'd know how she felt and she wouldn't have to say ...

... Short story INSIDE THE classroom Miss Lawson. glanced at her watch, sighed and shifted from one arthritic foot to another. The sun poured in through the windows, ‘the children fidgeted restlessly under the hot glare. Miss Lawson's head throbbed. No breeze ...