And It Was True

And It Was True by Shelby Van Pelt

Sister Lisbeth always told us she had eyes in the back of her head, and it was true. I remember the day we discovered them. Sister Lisbeth had fallen asleep at the teacher’s desk during algebra lessons, chin resting upon her ever-clenched fists. We were meant to be working equations, but little Johanna Graham snuck… Read more And It Was True

It’s never just a pattern when Granny knits your aran

It's never just a pattern when Granny knits your aran by Kate Campbell

Nanna, why don’t your ganseys look like the other ones?” Peg looked up from her knitting, ‘what do you mean Caitlin? Sure, we all have our own way of building the pattern’. ‘Yes Nanna, but yours are more differenter’. Peg shifted uncomfortably in her chair and gave the girl a penetrating stare. ‘Tell me, Caitlin,… Read more It’s never just a pattern when Granny knits your aran

I took him for a walk by sea, to see what magic we could be

I took him for a walk by sea, to see what magic we could be by Fay Brown

We walked beyond the certainty of bright lights; untethered, he matched my steps. My feet left impressions in sodden sand, a familiar tale through millennia. I had seen the moment of a Mesolithic day, feet drawn from wildwood to ocean’s edge, dated by discarded tools. They emerged out of time; a stray low tide granting… Read more I took him for a walk by sea, to see what magic we could be