My mum can fit inside a jar. SHEILA SPANGLE THE AMAZING CONTORTIONIST reads the sign on our caravan. Twice a day Mama squeezes inside her jar. Papa’s a magician – Herman the Mighty. And my older brother Anthony flies on the trapeze night after night in the Big Top. I’m Cassie, nine years… Continue reading SHORT STORY: Circus Girl by Dianne Bates
Little Albert’s scared so I’m holding his hand. The warden’s shouting AIR RAID DAMAGE down the receiver in the phone box. Seems daft to me with all the smoke scribbling up into the sky.
Amy was upset. She’d been told off for asking too many questions. They were visiting the Tower of London and Amy wanted to know all about it. Eventually the teacher had told her to be quiet and she had run off, so nobody would see her crying. She kicked a mound of earth in front… Continue reading FICTION: The Head by Joseph Surtees
“Why haven’t we got a kite?” came a low grumbling from the wispy thin grass. “Everybody else has got a kite.” Tom poked his twin with a stick he’d found. Alice rolled onto her tummy and sighed. “We’re getting one on our birthday, if you’re good.” Their… Continue reading SHORT STORY: The Kite Man by Alison Woodhouse
They can’t find us a new mummy, so we decide to make our own. We live with Aunty Linda - who is not really our Aunty - in a tidy house that we pretend is ours. The social worker says ‘it’s taking a long time because we are trying to find just the right mummy… Continue reading FICTION: What Mummies Are Made Of by Stephanie Hutton
“Waddya going to disappoint Mom with this year?” Shereen taunted Jackie with a high whiny voice. “Not some smelly perfume like last year, I hope.” “Nah, I bet he’ll get her some more earrings that will turn her ears green like the year before,” chuckled Vernon. “They had to call Hazmat to get rid of… Continue reading FICTION: Grimcrack’s Fantastic Galactic Mercantile by Paul Stansbury
They picked me to race Pumpkin Jack on Halloween night. It shouldn’t have been me. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. They picked my big brother last year. Joe went out and he raced Pumpkin Jack while we sat in our house, huddled together and crying, listening to the screams from the street outside.… Continue reading FICTION: Pumpkin Jack by Nigel Quinlan