The silk road

JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.

Stumbling over the soft sand, Rachel wished she had worn her flat sandals. Her husband Nik, hands in pockets, walked a few paces ahead. The evening sun glinted off the silver that had recently appeare

Their mama often told of the legend that, one day, she hoped would work its magic

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

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?

THE light was beginning to fade, and as Irene started to scratch her bare arms, she remembered anew one of the few things she disliked about being in the countryside. “The midges are out,” she complai