I remember old Ethel Whitby, who lived on the fringe of a tiny village called Littleford, way out in the...
While ambling along the banks of Windermere, Imogen spied a lone goose looking rather like it was pleading for a...
Mother, you really shouldnt bother making the trip now, my son Alex said, his voice flat over the phone. Its...
When Poppy turned thirty, the world around her seemed to stretch into a single, endless pause. By day she sat...
Hey love, pull up a chair and let me tell you about the night we spent in that old cottage...
Dear Diary, Simon decided, without consulting me, to send our nineyearold son Harry to his mothers cottage in Ashwick, a...
I took my friend in after her divorce. Over time I realized I was slowly turning into a servant in...
The first time Elizabeth Hart saw Andrew Bennett at work, he had just turned up for an interview in the...
Someone stole my clothes, cowboy! Help me! a woman wailed by the pond. A battered threewheeler clattered to a stop...
Morning started just the way it always did. Andrew Sinclair woke up a minute before his alarm, like hed been...
