Sandcastle dreams

EACH time Bethan appeared, she’d be singing the same song softly under her breath. It was starting to get on Nia’s nerves. Nia knew the Welsh words to “Calon Lan”. Well, some of them. They often sang

Finally reaching the island, Beth realised something was very wrong

Each month a reader writes to a loved one in the afterlife and Mandy Masters tunes in to share their reply. This month Charlie Parker-Griffiths writes to her grandad, Nick

THE salt air tugged at her hair, carrying the scent of seaweed. Donna had spent years building towards this, chasing figures in spreadsheets, negotiating contracts, dreaming of the day she and Ben wou

When I was a child, we had a tortoise called Winnie who had belonged to my father when he was a boy in the 1950s. He called his pet Winston after Churchill, but this name had to be changed when he dis

USUALLY, when I’ve written my story for you, I let Anne read it, but I don’t think I will let on to my dear Anne that I have written this one. Anne has been scratching her head and saying, “Well, I kn