Charlotte and her mother-in-law sat huddled on an old bed, both wrapped up warm against the winter chill. The cottage had only just had the fire...
**Friday, 15th September** Lily and her best friend Sophie had just finished their classes for the day. The evening was still bright, and Lily wasnt ready...
**Star’s Shoes** Star was eleven years old and walked barefoot along the cobbled streets of Canterbury. Every stone, every crack beneath her feet whispered tales of...
**Tuesday, 28th February** My name is Oliver Whitmore. Im twenty-eight years old, and Im a solicitor. Yes, I have Down syndrome. But thats just one of...
My name is Oliver Whitmore. Im twenty-eight, and Im a solicitor. Yes, I have Down syndrome. But thats just one of many things about melike my...
I never thought my golden years would smell like disinfectant and lukewarm soup. I imagined myself at seventy with red lipstick, dancing at the Sunday market...
I never thought my golden years would smell like disinfectant and lukewarm soup. I pictured myself at seventy with red lipstick, dancing waltz on Sundays in...
The morning found us on a dusty road leading away from the village. In one hand, I held little Sophies small fingers, and in the other,...
The morning found us on a dusty road leading away from the village. In one hand, I held little Sophies tiny fingers, and in the other,...
“He looks just like your missing son,” my fiancée whispered. What happened next left everyone on the street stunned. James Whitmore wasnt accustomed to walking. He...