< Previous page | You are on page 1 of 1 | Next page > Stories categorised in 'Tex Smith's War'. These stories may contain references to other themes. More storiesSo we packed up our few belongings and, with mum carrying Colin and myself proudly holding Dads hand, we... Mrs Kirkby had produced a battered old pram from somewhere in the cottage and now and again, June and I... Uncannily, that evening the same ominous events occurred again and as midnight approached all three of us... Mrs Kirkby lit another cigarette from the dying embers stub of her present Park Drive and actually managed... |