The ghost of a wedding

The mini digger we hired was bright yellow. It sounded like a bus and belched out black smoke. Phil, looking like he sat upon a child’s toy, aimed it down the garden after the hire company unloaded it

Helen Harris always enjoyed her afternoon tea with Martha Evert, and as she knocked on the door carrying a treat of two chocolate muffins, she looked forward to an hour or two of catching up with her

Clare had theories about her friend’s disappearance. Could she prove them to be true?

What memories lay within its crumbling walls? Fiona was about to find out

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...

As a father, I should have been suspicious when Michael turned up looking so smart. He was taking my daughter, Katie, out for a meal but was wearing a neat blue jacket and he’d had his hair cut. Katie