Sprout time: when I miss Mum the most

“I thought that sprout time and choirs would be the hardest”, said John, my brother. Yes, he’s right. This is the time I miss Mum the most. Christmas Eve, 3pm. The time I always made every effort to be with Mum. Dad would’ve dutifully found Radio 4 and we’d have checked and double-checked that the…

Matt

It reminded me of the time that I got knocked over by a wave. With rising panic, I found the surface and came up gasping for air, only to breathe in nothingness. My wet hair, plastered across my face, stopped the air from filling my lungs and the next wave forced me back under water…

Hope

The perfect reflection of sky in still water. The sudden illumination of a snow-capped mountain as the shadows shift. The soft clouds which hang wistfully in the valley or gather round the highest peaks. Georgia was definitely a good choice of holiday destination, I think to myself with deep satisfaction.  It’s beautiful here. I want…

My neighbourhood is on fire

My neighbourhood is on fire. What sticks in my mind? Waking up to the news that a huge building in my area is on fire? Realising that people have died and many more will be traumatised for life by their near escape? Realising that this building is right next to my old primary school and…