Birds have always been endowed with symbolic portent … from Chekhov and Hitchcock to Twitter. We ignore their decline at our peril....
THE ODOUR was unmistakable. The smell of damp earth, of moss, of rotting logs. As a log truck passed, the scent of...
ROSIE the bag lady might have had nothing but she still managed to scrape a few coins together to buy a loaf...
THE “punkahwallah” was working overtime this night. Only the string quartet and the aspidistra was missing as the punkah swayed backwards and...
Among the most astute observers of the natural world and the human place within it have been writers. It can be said...
A story of journalism, once! Number 44 in a series of short stories by Don Knowler on his journalistic life and observations...
“Case adjourned,” shouted the magistrate, Lord Sowerdon, banging his gavel. “And find that mouse.”DON Bentley was beginning to feel he had been...
It was weapons drawn if not at dawn, late morning: the carrot versus the burdekin plum. It was a conflict like no...
CRAGGY would be the way to describe him. Gnarled even. The old, retired sub-editor had come into the Chronicle looking for work...