The Sunday Dad From one Sunday to the next, Peter simply existed. Six days of nothing, and then one day of life. Even that day was...
Home Footage The baby monitor sat on the chest of drawers, but instead of facing her sons crib, its lens was aimed at the bedroom door....
Dad is No Worse Than Mum I met my second husband, Daniel, at a volunteer camp on the Norfolk Broads, where we were protecting the nests...
Return Mary began to feel unwell even as she stepped onto the platform. She barely made it to a bin, doubled over it, feeling her expensive...
State of Mind Helen Parker sat in her kitchen, gazing out the window. Spring was just beginning outside: the last of the frost was thawing, crocuses...
A beautiful reflection I almost cant find the right words There was a woman whod been living miserably with her husband for years. Our relationship was...
She was chained to a tree and growling from pain, but the old man braved a step closer That winter settled over the little town of...
You think I don’t notice? Eleanor whispered this into the kitchen twilight, while sorting Waitrose bags across the oak table. Simon lounged on the chesterfield with...
A Fairytale Life That morning, Emily woke with the odd feeling that something important was about to happen. The sun seemed brighter than usual outside her...
A Family Test Rebecca couldnt remember the last time shed felt so happy. Years of solitudewhen every day blurred into the nextwere finally behind her. Into...
London, a city that knows its magistrate In the borough of Camden, every courtroom knows magistrate Harold Whitaker. It is...
For fifteen years, every evening at precisely six oclock, Margaret Shaw placed a steaming dish on the same greenpainted bench...
When MrThomas Avery turned thirty, he was still single, childfree and living in a modest rented cottage on the edge...
I dont love you any longer, Emma, I said firmly, feeling the weight of the words. Ive been turning it...
Two years ago Daniel had everything: a family, a wife, plans for the future, hope Now there is nothing left....
Ill be there for you, Ill help you out, he promised, his voice steady as a Sundaymorning newsreader. I should...
I still remember that Saturday, many years ago, when I, at fortyeight, thought I ought to be a little wiser....
Victor Clarke finds a tiny, shivering puppy lying on the side of the A1 in October. The little dog is...
Alright, show me your countryside charm! my motherinlaw teased, stepping over the threshold of our spacious hall, bathed in the...
Come on, Rusty, shall we grumbled Victor, tightening the makeshift leash hed cobbled together from an old rope. He buttoned...