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A Flair for Drama archives –
Kit Tunstall

Other Episodes

Spinning tales

Story Name # Episodes Author Published
Absolution 3 Kit Tunstall February 2003
Sometimes, the sins of the parishioners leave the priests with difficult decisions to make.
 
All or Nothing 3 Kit Tunstall April 2003
A broken relationship leads to a tragedy and an unexpected gift. How will the recipient accept it?
 
Balloons to Heaven 1 Kit Tunstall March 2003
They released balloons at Elizabeth's funeral. Andrea knew her daughter would have liked that. She had been enchanted when they'd done it for Grandma Eunice's funeral three years ago.
 
Don't Look Back 1 Kit Tunstall March 2003
Claire sat on her front steps, elbows propped on her jean-clad thighs, and head supported on her hands, staring glumly down the street. Brody would be here soon, and she dreaded his arrival. How was she going to tell him?
 
Just Like Jesus 3 Kit Tunstall December 2002
Is it possible to save someone's life just by being good? This story tells the tale of how Missy ultimately found out the answer.
 
Silent Heart 2 Kit Tunstall May 2003
First you don't get married soon enough. Then you got married to soon! There's just no pleasing some people...particularly family members. Will love overcome this too?
 
Turkey Salad and Other Traditions 1 Kit Tunstall June 2003
Jenny's hands trembled as they pulled the turkey from the oven and hefted it atop the stove. The aluminum pan bowed under the weight of the twenty-two pound tom, and she grunted. She examined the bird and wanted to cry. It still looked...pale. Like it needed a suntan. Mother's turkeys were always perfectly brown. The insides were tender and pink, dribbling moisture when a fork slid through a slice.