Diney Costeloe

The crash of shattering glass and the sound of shouting in the street below startled Laura awake. More shouting and banging, a piercing scream and then more breaking glass. Laura sat up bolt upright in bed, her eyes wide with fear as she listened in the darkness to the uproar outside, the shouts, [...]

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Richard Anson-Gravetty was not at home on the morning of the day that his daughter attained her majority;  he was away on business and wouldn’t be back until the evening.  So, when she finally made it down to the dining room, it was to breakfast alone, to open the cards from her grandparents and her [...]

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“Sisters,” said Mother. “The convoy of wounded has reached St Croix. They will be with us at once.  Please finish your meal as quickly as possible. We will all be needed. Please go to your usual stations as soon as you are ready.”
Sarah made a brief translation for Molly in the flurry of noise and [...]

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Mary Jarvis sighed as she looked out of her sitting room window. She could see her neighbour, Sheila Colby, bearing down on her door like a galleon in full sail. Her face was glowing with indignation and she was obviously bursting with news. Knowing that the quiet hour she’d promised herself before going to St [...]

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