I used to watch Eleanor sweeping the stairwells of the old council tower, hoping the work would build a future for the little boy she was...
Open the rucksack at once! the words cut through the air. In the bustling shoemaking hall of the Manchester plant, the clatter of machines fell silent....
Have you noticed her, ladies, the woman in our ward? Shes already aged Yes, her hair is completely silver. She must have grandchildren somewhere, but she...
I often think back to those days when I was a thinspun widow who lived on a modest pension. One crisp autumn morning, I took my...
I awoke in my tenstorey council block on a damp morning in Manchester, the walls as thin as tissue paper, so a neighbours sneeze reverberates through...
Enough with the handsy, Victor hissed, his voice low as he paced the highceilinged drawingroom, constantly straightening his perfectly slickedback hair. Sorry for the bluntness, but...
At our yearly family gathering by the mistcovered lake in the Lake District, my sixyearold daughter tugged at my shirt and begged to run off and...
I was lateagain late for the meeting with the maître d of the restaurant where, in a months time, my wedding would be celebrated. A banquet...
Do not stop believing in happiness Once, in the reckless days of her youth, Eleanor Whitaker wandered into the bustling fair at Brighton Pier. A gypsy...
13May Ive never been one for melodrama, but today the flat feels like a warzone. It started this morning when I dropped my mug onto the...
I used to watch Eleanor sweeping the stairwells of the old council tower, hoping the work would build a future...
Oliver lived in a ninestorey council block where the walls were thinner than a teabag and every neighbours sneeze bounced...
Open the rucksack at once! the words cut through the air. In the bustling shoemaking hall of the Manchester plant,...
Hey love, you wont believe what I overheard it finally made sense why he married me in the first place....
Have you noticed her, ladies, the woman in our ward? Shes already aged Yes, her hair is completely silver. She...
June 12th Lake Windermere The annual family gathering by the lake always starts the same way: pinescented air, folding tables...
I often think back to those days when I was a thinspun widow who lived on a modest pension. One...
Dear Diary, I was already lateagain latefor the meeting with the maître d’ of The White Rose, the upscale restaurant...
Never stop believing in happiness Once, in the reckless bloom of youth, Emily wandered into a bustling fair in Brighton....
I awoke in my tenstorey council block on a damp morning in Manchester, the walls as thin as tissue paper,...