Mother, why are you always like this? Mabels voice trembled on the brink of breaking. Every time its the same story! Mabel, Im only trying to...
Let that night be his last, and let it be a graceful one. He would gaze upon his beloved, wish her a long life, then curl...
October was brutal. The rain kept coming down, the wind whistled through the back garden, and I was standing in the kitchen, staring at the wall....
Marmalade the ginger cat prowled the platform, fixing each passerby with a steady stare as if he were trying to spot the one person hed been...
I still remember the day Michael Hawthorne stopped his battered Ford by the crooked old fence, the dust on the country lane rising lazily like a...
They say, Did they ditch you?a phrase that still flickers through my mind whenever I think of that winter three years ago, when I was thrown...
Sorry, James, but Ive fallen for your wife, Tom said, his eyes fixed on some distant point. The words seemed to spill out despite his will....
For fifteen years, each evening at precisely six oclock, I would see Margaret Shaw set a steaming plate on the same greenpainted bench in Greenfield Park,...
There was a mother and there was a daughter, and the daughter turned out to be my friend Emmas little girl. Our family had gone on...
What a striking granddaughter you have, Walter, darkeyed and with a smile as bright as fresh snow, said the old farmer, his voice full of pride....