Swing: She took hold of his hand and led him through the outhouse to the garden. It was getting dark. He made out the stars appearing in the young night sky, a half crescent moon. The mossy lawn was surrounded...

His eyes grow wide when he sees me, smouldering in my fishnet vest and neon pink microkini! I stretch my strong legs, flicking the grit off my scorched toes. My calves are socked with sand. I’ve acquired a healthy...

The boatmen said she has haunted the marsh same time every evening since she disappeared, presumed drowned, in the estuary at Salt Marsh. Some spoke of her aura, an iridescent green hue which surrounded her as she trod her...