Where it began

Morning mist hovered above the meandering river undisturbed by even a breath of air...

Father Tom carried two kitchen chairs outside and positioned them in a pool of bright sunshine. The meadow beyond the dry-stone wall was r...

Life is fleeting. It runs through our fingers like fine dry sand. The harder we grip, the more tiny grains float away on the endless winds...

The early morning sun breaks through a chink in the curtains and lies heavily on my eyes. The urge to hide is unbearably strong. In her...

When I was about thirteen I started secondary school. Every lunchtime we'd spill out onto the streets of town like a herd of wild anim...

You know when you arrive home and find that package you ordered from Amazon waiting, did you ever stop to consider the journey it has taken...

I'm being crushed! It feels like a huge hand trying to squeeze the life out of me, and succeeding. Everything is dark, I can hear the ...

"You can do it,"  I think to myself as she took my elbow in her delicate arm and snuggled into me. We cross the crowded fairgrou...

I opened the side gate and her voice boomed from the kitchen. “Tom, have you fin...