His own battle

GEORGE could hardly believe it was that time of year again. The fading greens of late summer had become the wild blackberries, the reds and golds that meant September. And now suddenly it was as if he

T RACY’S passing a box of teacakes across the scanner. She’s also chatting to one of her favourite customers – Mrs P – when her eyes stray to the clock in the corner of her screen. Ten-thirty a.m. on

DILLY ran a hand over the old stone, rough with occasional patches of lichen and down the weathered inscription. The bleak October sky was heavy with rain. But just then, the sun had emerged, warming

Bob Cooper of Macclesfield, Cheshire remembers: From an early age, I have always loved reading and writing. My best subject at school was English to the detriment of maths, and I managed to become top

GRAN, can’t you do something about him? I’m trying to concentrate on my homework here.” Wendy’s thirteen-year-old granddaughter had the eye roll and withering tone down perfectly as she motioned towar

Mae pulled her car in close to the curb, directly opposite the small two-bedroom bungalow belonging to her grandmother. She paused for a moment. Mae made a conscious effort to visit at least once a we