‘we met for the first time after 68 years!’

PAM glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the classroom. Just half an hour to go until the summer holidays began. Six blissful pupil-free weeks, to be spent mostly gardening and binge watching pe

I’VE never met anyone who writes letters before. Not with actual pen and writing paper.” From the way Abbie is looking at me, anyone could be forgiven for thinking I am in the middle of some complicat

When journalist and author Hunter Davies lost his wife of more than 50 years, the novelist Margaret Forster, he began writing to her instead

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WHAT if Abe looks in here, Frankie?” a worried voice whispers behind me in the dark. “Shush!” I reply as the footsteps grows louder. My fiancé has a point. Mind you, there hadn’t been any time to cons

Someone, somewhere, must know what happened to my lovely nan