Gemma’s face was impassive but inside she seethed, thoughts roiling like a cauldron. “God, I hate school! Please help me!”
Jenny MacDougal had brought someone new to live in the tiny bungalow behind the lighthouse. Billy the budgie arrived one … More
It’s Saturday morning. Eric has decided to have another go at praying.
Mr and Mrs MacDougal were as alike as chalk and cheese. He was very tall, with a thick, grey beard, … More
Stanley was dreaming about delicious biscuits. Heavy footsteps could be heard coming steadily up the steep concrete stairs of the … More
A plate of chocolate biscuits sat temptingly on the table between Eric and Ben the Curate. Two mugs of tea steamed…
‘I’ve done it now,’ thought Stanley. Molly was sitting in the back of the car, holding an empty hamster cage. … More