Short Stories by SJ Butler

  If only it could always be like this  by S J Butler     Wet then dry I’m wrapped in a large beach towel still shivering for good effect, t...

  Our Social Calendar is Killing Me   by SJ Butler   How to survive the trials and tribulations of meeting friends     Every time I have to ...

  Dorothy Klein is gone     by SJ Butler     The pod is new – “state of the art” as the old used to say.   ‘No cleaning-up; zero mess; self-...

  I forgot to mention he has a hole in his jumper   by SJ Butler     Harry’s dog stared for a long time at the ceiling.   The waves slappin...