A little bit of context: this is a story for children that I made up for Barney while he was sitting in the bath. It’s a bit random, because I was making it up as I went along, and the ending’s a bit sudden, because bathtime was over and I couldn’t concentrate on story and [...]
Helen sat outside the Sunflower cafe, on one of those pavement chairs made of chrome steel. On the chrome steel table in front of her was a strong coffee and a small chocolate stick, half-eaten. It was too chilly to be sitting outside, if she was honest with herself, but the temptation to be a [...]
The biscuit tree grows at the end of our garden, just next to the compost heap.
When we moved in it was only this high, and I could jump right over it if I wanted to, though mummy kept telling me that if I did I’d bang my head on the fence. So I didn’t. [...]
