The Swings

From the swings in the recreation ground, Tim could see his classroom across the bare, scorched grass of summer. Soon, rain would turn everything green again, but for now the world was ready to burn. Looking out of the window was Miss Roberts. She often stood there, always staring in the same direction, always towardsContinue reading “The Swings”

The Game

Pale olive trees shaded the pavement – a place for sun-wrinkled men, a peaceful retreat. The boy stared at the three tables set outside the café in the square. Chess boards, populated by small familiar figures, stood alert, armies waiting for generals to command them.  The trees were still and quiet, until a rare breezeContinue reading “The Game”