Fiction: Canine Capers
As the taxi sputters away, Rosie totters on her high heels across the road to a wooden bench under a big beech tree….
Read MoreAs the taxi sputters away, Rosie totters on her high heels across the road to a wooden bench under a big beech tree….
Read MoreI clamber down the rough rock face and stop for a minute to thrill at the cold Irish sea licking the rock edge…
Read MoreIt was a dark and stormy night – no, really, it was. We were shivering inside a fragile, storm-tossed tent on a lonely,…
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