The missing link

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

S tella is quicker than usual eating her breakfast. Taking worried glances out of the window just in case the cornflower blue sky might fill with dark, angry clouds, the sun obscured behind a mass of

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

AMIRA tramped slowly uphill in the heat of the late afternoon to her flat, sipping from a takeaway iced coffee. She wondered what to do with her evening – read or prepare for the following day? Flat?

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

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si