Whatever is written in the stars will unfold, even in dreams that wobble like a ship in a fogfilled harbor. As Arthur Hollis was being sent...
Im sorry I didnt live up to your expectations! It all unfolds like a joke or a melodramatic TV episode: its evening, Tom is at his...
I havent the foggiest idea what to do, says sixtyyearold Margaret Thompson, her voice quivering with tears. My son, Michael, is forever on his wifes sideno...
Yesterday morning Katie Harper cranked her phone to maximum volume, just in case. Deep down she already knew he wouldnt write. The feeling settled over her...
Monday, 11th November It was only a week after the neighbours from the little cottage down the lane came back on the last rowboat, and they...
12October The night was crisp, the kind of October chill that makes the hedges turn bronze. I was settled in my favourite armchair by the fire,...
Charlotte Whitfield stood before the bathroom mirror, biting the lower lip. Her fingers nervously tucked a stray lock of hair back into a sleek bun, as...
2a.m., StThomas Hospital, London the corridors are dead quiet, almost oppressive. The only sounds are the steady thump of the cardiac monitor and the faint buzz...
Hey love, youve got to hear this one about the old block down in the suburbs of Manchester, the little fivestorey council tower where everyone knew...
When autumn slipped over the thatched cottages of Ashford, Arthur fell ill and the world seemed to tilt. A rusted telephone rang in the kitchen, and...