The locked door

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

ADMISSIONS SHADOW WORK Loneliness and the literary ...

HEY, watch where you’re goin’! Bloomin’ boys!” Resisting the urge to shake her fist, Elena Brown bent to pick up the contents of the basket that one of the neighbour boys had knocked from her arm as t

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

So much went unspoken in her past – so much love never expressed

Isn’t there something a bit… I don’t know… less morbid you could be researching?” Bella looks up from the papers strewn across the kitchen table, the print-outs and scans of newspaper articles. Her mu