Short Stories and Social Comment

Hettie van Niekirk had already said no to Johannes Opperman’s offer of a lift, but then she succumbed to his persistence...

I’d not known the weather to have emotion and I don’t believe it has. So, when she, on the TV pulled a long face while...

‘Have another beer,’ said Deidre. ‘You obviously don’t need to worry about your weight, Tom. I watched you in the scrum...

One’s first hunt is not something one forgets. I sensed it was serious by the way my mother and my three aunts moved about...

‘And what are you staring at?’‘You, Amanda, just you.’Peter had been watching Amanda walking towards the rock on which he...

We could only guess the fate of the other eighty or so people on this exploration oilrig surrounded bythousands of square...

Snippets – Love, passion, Colombia, Oxford, bullfighting. I gently lifted Maria’s chin and searched her eyes for traces of...

I didn’t think she’d seen me. I shuffled deep into my sleeping bag and pulled the hood low. But no, I heard the clickitty...

The road from Kokstad to Matatiele is the R56 and despite its elegant number, it is winding and narrow. It runs north-west...

Margery Dimplewait had until recently, slept well in her cottage in the small town in Idaho, not far off the Ponderosa Pine...

My husband, John, never takes my belief seriously unless he’s ill, which fortunately, is rare, then he’ll grasp at any...

After reading of the systematic destruction of the world’s economy, stemming in part from the Smoot-Hawley Tariff Act of...

An hour after Dr. Margery Dimplewait (Marge) had made up her mind that she’d keep her 15-year-old Toyota because she felt...

Tricia Aykroyd peered over her glasses at her audience and away from the book from which she’d been reading - her latest....