Fairy dust

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

Her son had come to a decision, but had he thought it through?

S a ffy and Neil had been married ...

I WAS only five when Elaine first came into my life. She was tall and dark skinned, with a perfume that smelled of roses and big necklaces in bright colours that bounced as she laughed. Whenever my da

IT’S high summer, my birthday, and Tom has marched me out to my front garden, telling me to keep my eyes closed. Tom’s young son, Ethan, and his pal, Kyle, follow us out. “Open your eyes!” Tom orders.

LESLEY patted her tearful granddaughter’s hand sympathetically and tried desperately to think of something to cheer her up. What could she say to a fourteen-year-old who thought her life was over beca