The Christmas Chain

She was a new parent at the school. Even though this was the last day of their first term, she felt like a newbie. Lisa had settled in well at her class, though she still felt as if there were some things they weren’t doing right at home. She’d never baked in her life before,…

The Invitation

A Short Story by Paul Levy Part 1 Bethlehem, about 2000 years ago You don’t weave baskets in the evening, let alone late at night. There isn’t the light and it just isn’t done. Tomorrow, my mother, her two sisters and my own sister will sit in the cool shade, working their craft, and from…

The Voice of the Lord

As the train pulled out of the station, Father Peter found himself a compartment alone with a window seat. Like a child, with nose squashed against the window pane, he gazed out and soon the landmarks were less familiar; he knew he was on his way. He ventured out of town so rarely these days,…

Does, Doesn’t

A¬†short story You could tell by the length of the bags under his eyes that this was a creature who had not slept overmuch. You could tell by the colour of his beard that he was beyond his three score and ten. Not to mention the length. You could tell by the dishevelled clothes –…

The Catapult of Christ

It was the best catapult she had ever seen, not mentioning the catalogue ones which were beyond her pocket. Yet even though this one was home-made, fashioned on the Kaiser N.C. her father owned in the basement workshop of their house, its metal body gave it an advantage over the commercially available wooden counterparts. This…