Story 3 – Maurice and Joan

“Could you pass me the water, Maurice?” Joan’s voice was weak. “Of course I can.” Maurice concentrated and picked up the small cup of water, working hard to lift it from the bedside table and pass it to Joan with spilling any. It took a lot of work for him to manage it. She sippedContinue reading “Story 3 – Maurice and Joan”

Story 1 – The Baker’s Wife

The church of St Mary’s at Clymping is a small church, nearing eight hundred years of age. It sits serenely, surrounded by a small graveyard. It looks somewhat incongruous compared to its next door neighbour, the red walls and high fences of Ford Open Prison. The unexpected nature of their neighbours had never bothered ReverendContinue reading “Story 1 – The Baker’s Wife”

Design a site like this with WordPress.com
Get started