When the dust settles

ROBERT was dressed more smartly than Jessie had ever seen him. She fought the urge to straighten his tie. “I don’t know what to say,” he muttered, standing at the kitchen door. “It’s so obvious, the l

JAMIE MASON returned to the village, an arm and leg still in plaster, but a single crutch tucked determinedly under his good arm, convinced that he would soon be back down the pit. As was always the c

WHAT was the man thinking of when he did his shopping? Jessie thought. Two huge, brown paper parcels spilled food on to the kitchen table. Enough to feed a family for a fortnight at least. Slices of t

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

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

BACK IN THE BAND WE PREDICT A RIOT ...