Second time around
It had been two years. Two years since she had last been summoned to the Headmaster’s office. Two years since… She tried to block it out of...
It had been two years. Two years since she had last been summoned to the Headmaster’s office. Two years since… She tried to block it out of...
Of course, the grounds were beautiful: the terrace, leading down to the manicured lawn, the rose beds just bursting into an early spring collage of colour....
Interruptions to class were rare, as if the teacher’s chamber was somehow sacrosanct: “do not disturb” the abiding motto. And the girls...
It had hurt – horribly, each of the six carefully-executed strokes quite simply agonising. Her classmates had watched in silence: wincing as he’d punished...
You have been standing there for long enough, I feel. Long enough to contemplate. To anticipate. To allow those dreams to dive into nightmares and back...
When she thought back to it, Rachel was not sure which she had noticed first: the glimmer of light that appeared under the storeroom door, or the creak...
It’s different when it’s one of your own. Mr Clarke could talk all he liked about conditions for the working classes in Victorian London, but the minds...
‘From: The Headmaster, Deepdene School, Larchfield Lane, Worsfield, Berkshire To: Miss Beth Willis Sandown House Dear Miss Willis, I was deeply...