Category Archives: Fiona’s short stories

The Return

The Return Christine smelt it first that sweet pungent fishy smell that could only mean one thing, one town and one never forgotten person. It was a time and a place Christine had firmly put in her past. ¬†Marked down … Continue reading

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Daddy What did you do in the Great War?

“Daddy what did you do in the Great War?” She sat on his lap with her “I want an answer and I want it now face” of a seven-year old who was used to getting what she wanted when she … Continue reading

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Game, Set, Match, History

Game, Set, Match, History A short story dedicated to Nutters like me who love the Hebrides and would quite happily holiday there year after year. And for those of us who believed that Andy Murray would win Wimbledon and make … Continue reading

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