Taking flight

I WOKE up after a vivid dream of Eleanor. I’d had quite a few recently. Eleanor was my half-sister. She was older than me – the daughter of Dad’s first wife, Dorrie. My mum only found out he had a fir

Raworth on the run

JILL tries to avoid talking to herself but always allows private laugh-out-loud moments when there’s no one around. This morning, standing alone in her spare bedroom, arms heavily loaded with a huge p

I was never one for exercise. Blame terrible hand-eye coordination and a hatred for scratchy school sports kits. The trauma of being the last picked for teams still lingers. My dad took me on the occa

MY mum and dad don’t live together. They split up two years ago, when I was eight. I mostly live with Mum, in our cosy semi-detached house where I have my own bedroom. But I also have my own room in D

COLD turkey wasn’t at all photogenic, Liam thought in dismay. And yet photos of cold turkey were going to be all he would be able to post on his social media this year again, while his friends shared