“Time Passes”

By Ian Copestick   Next week, my niece, is 17 years old and starts having Driving lessons. She's already Got a car. It blows my mind. It seems like  only a couple of Weeks ago that I was holding Her tiny hand as she started Taking her faltering, first steps As she learnt to walk … Continue reading “Time Passes”

“The Pass”

By Karen Trappett   Byron kept his kitchen fastidiously clean; his pride and joy, and his livelihood. The stainless-steel countertops gleamed from constant rubbing and buffering between sittings and the copper-bottomed pots shimmered under the bright halogen downlights - placed with regimented precision above the work surface. Taking off his chef’s hat and placing it … Continue reading “The Pass”