Mucking in

MAX swept his hair out of his eyes, but the wind blew it back again. He must get to the barber but he’d been so busy lately. It was a blustery day. The long grasses around him rippled like waves, and

CLARE reached the station, gasping and with sweat pooling at the base of her spine, with two minutes to spare. It took her a moment to realise no-one else waiting for the train, and a shiver of worry

YOUR text message sounded quite urgent,” Jane said. “Nothing wrong at the shop, is there?” She and her daughter had met for coffee at Caravaggio’s. On the other side of the small market square stood t

ELLEN was expecting someone else entirely when Hugh walked into the Black Horse. She dropped the cloth she’d been using to polish the bar and flashed her best welcoming smile. “Hi Ellen,” Hugh greeted

Emma is lonely and missing her old life – could the kindness of a new neighbour help her embrace a fresh start?

Oh, Bea, not daytime telly again! It’s a beautiful bright day and you’re holed up in a darkened room watching garden makeovers when your own garden is crying out for some attention.’ Bea sighed and cl