The ghost of a smile

MILK?” Mrs Evans loomed over Alice Campbell’s teacup with a milk jug. The humidity in the tea shop was beginning to wilt the fabric violets in Alice’s little hat. She could see a few of the tiny flowe

JEAN found Ailsa in her bedroom, staring into the dressing-table mirror, a hairbrush in her hand. She didn’t turn round when her sister entered. Something about the atmosphere in the room made Jean sh

I WAS minding my own business, checking my reflection in a shop window just along from Piccadilly. Then some American G.I. grabbed my arm, pulled me towards him and gave me an overly enthusiastic kiss

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

Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found

THE light was beginning to fade, and as Irene started to scratch her bare arms, she remembered anew one of the few things she disliked about being in the countryside. “The midges are out,” she complai