Ice-cream dreams

Creaking into the dusty, lookout point, Jessie pulled on the handbrake. Jumping out, she slammed the door. Clouds of grit tailed her maxi skirt to the front of the camper van. Lifting the bonnet, Jess

OLD friends Marlee and Devin were tucked into a quiet corner of the Rustic, the long-established coffee shop and deli on a pleasant side-street in town. They only ever came here for coffee – the food

EVERYONE seems to have a favourite season, don’t they? My sister, for example, has always loved winter. She says there’s nothing to beat a cold, clear day when the ground is hard and sparkling with fr

POSTERS for a touring circus blossomed in shop windows, and on any vacant stretch of boarding. Some were pasted on top of other posters, from many seasons ago. They were a snowstorm of colour to catch

HELLO! I’m in the garden,” Rachel called out when she heard the car door bang shut. The six-foot gate separating the drive from the back garden swung open and a smiling, but tired-looking Jack appeare

STARING out of her window at the small garden, Gemma sighed. It was nothing like the large rambling garden she’d had at her old house and there were times when she really missed it. If she were honest