Trev at Ivinghoe
by Jay Merill
Trev couldn’t help this feeling of exuberance as he walked round in a circle with the rest of the group on that night of nights. The 20th of December. The last night there would ever be. A minute later and…
My name is Joanna Sterling and I’m a Collector – my collection of contemporary, vintage and period brooches has been amassed over 30 years. The story collection published here is not quite so old but is just as diverse. There are short stories and flash fiction, my own and ones by other writers. Some are traditional and others more avant-garde. I aim to select stories that intrigue, amuse and maybe provoke. Open up The Casket of Fictional Delights and pick out a story or a brooch.
Brooch of the month
This small owl is made of carved ‘Bog Oak’ with glass eyes. If you look closely you can see how the carver has indicated the plumage of the owl, this can’t have been easy as ‘Bog Oak’ is a particularly hard…
