The Broken Spoons

“Budge up. A little closer. Perfect.”

Problem Boys

John felt apprehensive staring at the varnished oak door that stood ahead. He’d been told to wait by the door by Madam Lutzier. He was awaiting his punishment for escaping the Home.

His Love of April

© Copyright Photograph by Patrik Nygren and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons Licence

Locked within the small, bland prison cell, Dwayne sat on his bed clutching a photograph. He glanced around the beige walls where he’d hung various pencil drawings, drawings of her. Looking back at the picture he was filled with joy.

The 25th Hour

© Photograph by Alan Dobson (credit)

Once there was a time I believed that a day consisted of a mere twenty-four hours, twelve in the morning, twelve in the afternoon. That was a long time ago.