A Tale of Heroes
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These heroes go way back. Back along the mists of time. Before bog-cleaners, pink shirts, and boxes of chocolates. Back before the Days of Yore, Our day, My day and Them Were The Days. In fact, back before Days of Our Lives. Yes, this tale is that old. So, dear reader, envisage the scene I am about to unfold.

In a clearing in a forest a short distance from what appears to be a rocky outcrop, lies a huge boulder. Pale morning sunlight has just begun to penetrate the canopy. Birds are a-twitter; small noses are poking out of burrows or from behind thickets. Flowers are flowering, buds are budding and leaves are… staying where they are.

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Betwixt and Between
"Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow – o – o on snow" Kirsty sang merrily as the four-wheel drive ploughed on through the lying slush whilst a blinding, white blizzard whirled around them. Simon bit his lip and mouthed to himself, 'Why is she always so bloody cheerful?' as he screwed up his eyes against the blinding flakes. ...close

Fifth Date
'Oh good!' Deon remarked to himself, rushing forward. He had noticed her immediately as she made her way out towards the parking, battling with an apparently faulty shopping trolley. In fact, he had slowed his steps to enjoy the view. There was something about her whole bearing and appearance which he found appealing from the first glance. Then the fates had been kind to him. The trolley had shed a wheel, and the whole thing tipped over, spilling contents in all directions. She said an unladylike word, but he liked the voice with which she said it.

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By the Wayside
Jenny wiped a circle of condensation away with the cuff of her school blazer and peered out. Through the window of the bus she could see seagulls, assaulted by the wind. Circling, screaming, then falling. Out of sight, behind the worn grassland. Like bugs snagged by a sky-blue zapper.

Where they fell.... The land dropped away out there. And beyond that was the ocean... Summoning such strength in the wind that Jenny had seen even the rocks yield to its reign. Forces she couldn't understand.

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