My mother’s voice

WINDY, windy weather, we all blow together!” Hannah Kington laughed as she ran along the pavement, hand in hand with her five-year-old twins, Daisy and Amy. She could remember playing this game when s

HAYLEY grabbed her toolbox from the back of the van and walked up the pathway. Ever since seeing the address on the worksheet, she’d been looking forward to this job. The house was just three doors aw

Freya’s new boyfriend seemed nice. As she sat opposite him in the lounge, Jane smiled while counting off dates in her head. It had been six months since her daughter’s last appearance. Freya’s head wa

Would her daughter’s enthusiasm for insects revive Elaine’s creativity? ELAINE stared at the muddy footprints leading across her freshly mopped kitchen floor. She didn’t need to be a detective to work

Morning, Claudette! What have you got to sing to us today?” “Morning, Claudette! Would you do an old favourite for me? It was the first song that my husband – bless his soul – and I danced to. It’s ca

HELP! I need help!” I gasp down the phone, sinking on to my kitchen floor. “It’s a life or death situation. I don’t know what to do.” I close my eyes and try to breathe as the panic overwhelms me. “Yo