Sally was on a mission – and she had her eyes on the prize

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

THE Number 42 bus wheezed to a stop at the corner of Church Street. Sylvia Bennett climbed aboard with two shopping bags over her arm, filled with tea bags, digestives, cauliflower and a copy of her f

THE WINNING STORY

WHAT does ‘Tempus Fugit’ mean?” Vera asked. “It means ‘Time flies’. It’s an old Latin motto,” Emily replied. The two young women were admiring an old sundial that stood in the large garden of Jesmond

THE train hissed into the station, brakes squealing. Steam billowed along the platform, fogging windows and curling around Evie’s boots as she stepped down on to solid ground. “Watch your step, miss!”