“The pillow does little to ease the pain across my shoulder blades. Mary is so patient, it is difficult for her. The room has an air of peace and tranquillity about it. The remains of two candles flicker in the slight breeze that crawls in under the door. Look at her sadness etched on her face while in her eye’s I see memories a lifetime of laughter and yes sometimes tears. “Arthur, are you comfortable dear can I get you anything?” Her smile is one of resignation and love.” Welcome to a collection of Bite Sized Tales From murder and intrigue to humour and memories Come on take a bite and chew it over