Short stories

 I stand here ironing, and what you asked me moves tormented back and forth with the iron.  “I wish you […]

Mr. Blades, the new teacher, was delighted with the composition we wrote about Sandra Street. He read some aloud to

Multiple Choice (a) Fairy Tale. (b) Tall Tale. (c) Fairy Story. (d) Tale Story. (a) Major. (b) Orwell. (c) Mr.

   I have been standing at Max‘s garage for almost three hours trying to hitch a ride to Beit bridge.

All the stories you have been telling tonight seem to fall into two categories. There is the type where you

Beeda stood on the school veranda and watched the last pupils disappear down the road. He thought of this as

)The Guilt by Rayda Jacobs ( South Africa) Lilian Thurgood was busy picking guavas at the side of the house