Story 5 – A Knight in the Garden

Kerry was up to her elbows in hot, soapy water, scrubbing at the stubborn remains of the roast chicken on the baking tray when her daughter, Jennifer, called out. “Mum! There’s a ghost in the garden.” “That’s nice, honey. You play nicely with him.” It was just after four on a Sunday afternoon, would bitContinue reading “Story 5 – A Knight in the Garden”

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