Behind Closed Doors

Midnight. The normally quiet residential street is a hive of activity, as busy and bustling as a midday marketplace. People have gathered fr...

Sandy Hook

Rivers of ink have raged, almost as the rivers of blood that flowed all too freely have now stilled. I don't know when is, or even if t...

The Trolley

We pull up to the entrance at the back of the hospital, reversing the ambulance into what is no more than a widened alley. Cats roam free, p...

Lost Keys

The door shuts gently behind me, bringing to a close another shift, one that ended at a time normal humans call bedtime. I've left the w...

A Life Worth Living?

Life is difficult, I get that. There are financial troubles, family conflicts. Friends who fall out,   failed relationships, failed studies....

Five Words

Stepping into the office with an envelope in my hand, I was about to take one of the biggest steps in almost a decade. "Need my signatu...

Playing Dead

Saturday night.  In fact, it's worse.  It's a post pay-day Saturday night.  The calls are coming in faster than the customers can sp...

Intact

As luck would have it, we were on the way to a patient and not transporting at the time. As luck would have it, they were stood at the side ...

Homework - The Old Trunk

As an incentive / threat / reward for my eldest to write a good story for her English homework, I told her that if I liked the story, I woul...

Password

Asthma had plagued Leanne's life for the past three years. Now, at only five years old, she was having yet another bad attack and as alw...

Football Pictures

A young father meets me at the door, his face wracked with worry. He ushers me up the stairs and in a rare gesture even offers to carry one ...

Greg

"GREG?"   The man looks up, raises an eyebrow, shrugs his shoulders and finally shakes his head.  As for us, there's still a c...

Missing

We spread out and search a room each. The police broke the door down, leaving the splintered remains of the frame lying all over the carpet,...

Familiar Arms

Wrapped in blankets almost up to her eyes, Liana's barely visible. Naz, her husband, met us at the door with a roll of the eyes, as if t...

Last Light of Day

The first I saw of Mel was a late summer's evening, when we were called to her house for a very simple transport. Arriving ten minutes e...

Picture on the Wall

A smiling face adorns the walls, in frames all shapes and sizes, Holding trophies, hugging dad, bringing home surprises. A quick look round ...