Stolen threads

GWEN slipped off her pumps and poured herself a cuppa from the brown teapot with its knitted cover. She sighed contentedly as she leaned back in the kitchen chair and picked up her post. It had been a

S tella is quicker than usual eating her breakfast. Taking worried glances out of the window just in case the cornflower blue sky might fill with dark, angry clouds, the sun obscured behind a mass of

A g lint of colourful rays caught her ...

AMIRA tramped slowly uphill in the heat of the late afternoon to her flat, sipping from a takeaway iced coffee. She wondered what to do with her evening – read or prepare for the following day? Flat?

1970 Six-year-old Anna was pleased with her newly decorated bedroom. She’d chosen the wallpaper herself. As soon as she saw the yellow paper covered in small white flowers she pointed and said, “I lik

Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found