Down in the valley

NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

ON a grey Monday morning, Jessie walked down the steps of the Sheriff Court in Stirling, her face burning with shame. At her side, a rather worse-for-wear Robert tried to screen her from the camera fl

CARMEN felt that the time had finally come to find out if her dear brother still lived. It had been a long and terrible second half decade in a 10-year war. Mexico had been traumatised, the factions o

OUABACHE, Indiana. Sheriff Claire Williams pressed the accelerator of her 1931 Model A to the floorboard. She was beginning to close in on Jimmy Mackellar. She had been pursuing his green truck for ov

NORMA sat on her parents’ sofa and sipped her tea. It was Saturday afternoon, one of her favourite times of the week. She’d finished work at the newsagents at lunchtime and now, she had a relaxing aft

ME? Post a Valentine’s card to a man – for you, Miss Dora?” Ellen, Dora Luscombe’s maid, gasped, her brown eyes wide with disbelief and curiosity. Studying her young mistress, bereft of her father jus