Sweet nothings

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

PAPA! Papa, come on!” Small fingers pull at Will’s hand. He looks down at his four-year-old daughter. She is heading towards the cottage, intent on getting home to her mother. “Go ahead, Mercy,” Will

MATHEW EMERSON sat idly at his desk, wondering not for the first time how he would pay his bills if no work came along. He heard footsteps on the wooden staircase outside and saw a shadow through the

FOR a northern mill town, it was rather pretty. To be fair, there was more to it. The town had history. At times, it had been prosperous. At others, not so much. Oddly, it was perhaps the less prosper

My mother is very French. She has the strongest French accent on the planet! This gave me access to two different cultures – different poetry, literature, cooking… The French part of my family was cen

So, what do you think we should get Elsie this year? She’ll be a hundred and one next Saturday.” Jemma beckoned her husband over to her laptop where ‘Granny Gifts’ ranging from bird baths to potted ja