The Necropolis Railway*

“Thank you for coming to see me my lovely,” Seb says, pulling me towards him.  Resting my face on his broad chest, closing my eyes, I breathe in his familiar scent. “Thank you for having me,” I say. All around us on this little station platform, student couples are saying goodbye to each other.  On […]

Murder At Deviation Junction*

The train chugs out of the city.  It’s busy in the Quiet Carriage and, it must be said, not quiet.  All around me there are sounds: whispering, coughing and spluttering, the rustle of newspapers.  People begin to settle and the sounds fade.  Have stuffed Little Suitcase to bursting and yet am still wearing a coat, […]

The Dead Songbird*

“Oh, Seb, hello,” my Dad says, answering the house phone.  “Yes, here she is.  Tanya – it’s Seb,” Dad says, passing the phone to me. “Hi darling,” I say.  “How is Friday?”  “Well we did the bird-ringing today,” Seb says. “Wow, how was it?” I say. “It was good: we caught the little birds in […]