The franklin tree

WINDY, windy weather, we all blow together!” Hannah Kington laughed as she ran along the pavement, hand in hand with her five-year-old twins, Daisy and Amy. She could remember playing this game when s

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

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

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.

I LOOKED at my allocated “bed” underneath the back window of the caravan and wondered. Firstly, about my chances of getting a good night since I was already sleeping badly. And secondly, what madness

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?