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Jemima Barton was a lady of seventy-six years and a spinster. She lived alone in a small, terraced house ever since her mother, Alice died.

Jemima had many quaint habits, and one of these was to hang up a stocking every Christmas Eve. She, of course, had no expectations of finding it filled but – to make the occasion more cheerful – she placed a mall gift inside addressed to herself.

On this particular Christmas morning, Miss Barton made herself a breakfast of muesli, toast and coffee, as usual and opened her Christmas cards; placing them around the room, like friends.  She then approached the stocking and stared in amazement at the contents, for not only was there the gift she had bought herself, but also a small box of chocolates and an envelope. With trembling fingers, Jemima opened it and found a note which read,

Dear lady, While shopping in the supermarket earlier this year, as you know…your handbag was stolen. I take full responsibility for its theft and am thoroughly ashamed of the act.  It must have caused you much distress. Soon after my ignoble deed, my mother suddenly collapsed and died. I was heart-broken, and after the tears, did much soul-searching. What sort of a man had I become, I asked myself. My late mother was an honourable woman and certainly didn’t bring me up to be a thief…I even recalled her words: “Remember son, everyone is someone that counts!” Late, I readily admit, but the penny dropped and I am now a better, improved person, and intend staying one.

Hoping you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I look forward to a happier Christmas, and hope the same for you. As you will see, I have returned your keys and enclosed enough money to buy a new handbag. Use it in good health.

Yours sincerely,

Noel Hawkins”


ODE to the FLATPACK (Apologies to Frank Sinatra) Janette Davies Flatpacks, I´ve built a few,But, then again, too few to mention.I’ve banged and screwed and cursed,And done ’em all without instructions.I’ve lived a life of fear,In case he ever says … read more

A Time to Live – Not To Die

A Time to Live – Not To Die The snow falls softly as it covers the ground,No people, no cars, not even a sound.As I sit here in darkness, thoughts drift to last year,To a time full of sadness, a … read more

Urban Rain

Urban Rain Rain beating down drumming on the windows Tapping like fingers on old golf-ball typewriters Someone writing stories on the rooftops Rivulets on the outsides of the buildings Tinkling like a thousand children talking Gushing like a thousand children … read more


LAMENT OF A SHEEP FARMER (True story in newspaper: “Due to ‘fly-tipping’ from a cannabis factory (?) on a Swansea, Wales (UK) valley road, a flock of sheep were seen behaving a bit ‘odd.’) My lambs are dancing the Lambardo… … read more


ON BEING A MOTHER How can so small a bundle of humanity evoke such passionate emotions? How can such a tiny scrap of molecules, blood, flesh and bone make me feel blessed beyond measure? Heaven is in my heart, in … read more

Talent Night

TALENT NIGHT I had an ‘Uncle Morrie,’ who thought that he could sing – he exercised his tonsils – to the public thought he’d bring…. his dulcet tones, his baritone: his songs of exultation. On to the stage of The … read more


SANTA CLAUS OR WAS HE?  A dead-ringer for Santa (‘The job has been done…”) thought on a bit further (“Think I’ll have me some fun…”)  So he ‘phoned Holly Berry: coquettish and pretty, and he honed her a poem: a … read more


THREE WISHES Sarah-Jane Steadman 50 word story “What do you want for the other two wishes?” asked the Witch. “Could I repeat the first one, twice? “No. Not allowed.” “D’you believe that two people can have the same dream?” asked … read more