Circle of time

A g lint of colourful rays caught her ...

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

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

Emily looked out of the window as the plane began its descent, frantically sucking a Polo as her ears complained about the drop in pressure. “You suffering?” the man in the next seat asked, looking co

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

A MY wished she hadn’t found the photo. Throwing it on to the bed, she resumed sorting items into donate, bin and keep piles. But the photo was like a magnet. She sank on to the bed and picked it up.