Josh shook hands with the old boy behind the desk and sat down to hear what his Auntie May…
Blue Skies Were Her Favourite Colour, by John Nevinson
Her grandmother’s funeral had been an odd affair—dozens of beautiful cards and thoughtful letters, many neighbours at their gates, and…
Eye Contact, by Ross Kerr
1. Eye Contact (Or: Hell is Other People’s Weddings) My mind’s eye was wandering over all sorts of ineffectual things.…
The Mystery Began When… by Pat Harkness
The rain tapping on her window did not wake her, but the whimpering dog did. Peering through the curtains…
XMAS ’86, by Ross Kerr
The mystery began when I saw the photo. I was at University – sometime into my third year. Post ‘Pre-Millenial…
Malevolent Jelly, by Carrie McIntyre
I should be pleased to see it, all shiny and green, sitting there amongst the other garishly coloured goodies. I’m…
Old Friend, by Neil Robinson
An exercise in which we described an object without naming it. Not too difficult to guess what this is: …
I Want My Mummy, by Susan Cartwright-Smith
The museum was about to close for the night – the chill of temperature control settling over the building as…
Christmas Story Schedule
Our Christmas stories were on Radio Cumbria between Tuesday 17th December and Monday 23rd. Time is running out to hear…
The Tale of a Tree, by John Nevinson
We filed into the inner sanctum for sherry and Miss Armstrong’s mince pies at four o’clock. After some half-hearted chat…
