Left on the Shelf

  Zofia stirred the pot in the airless heat. The stew would never be eaten, but Zofia didn't know that yet. Unfinished things were alrea...

Samuel Val's life ended too suddenly one Saturday morning. The day had been pleasant enough at first: a holy day of rest that he spent w...

Although December is almost here, it is still very autumnal in my part of the universe. Whilst the header photo is very wintry, I felt compe...

  Katya woke from nothing with her mouth closed on a gasp. This sudden coming back to herself, from something that wasn't sleep: there w...

  "On 1 May 1924, a Berlin policeman smashed his rubber truncheon into the back of a sixteen-year-old-girl, and helped to forge a revol...

    As I sit at my desk writing this post with a cup of coffee by my side the weather is grey and wet outside. I do not dislike the rain, pa...

  "In the light-flooded forest where the birds sang, the brook rippled, and the wind swept through the trees, there lived a beautiful m...