The effect of presence The sunrise was still painting the sky over the terraced houses of East Ham when Anthony Blake was already perched at the...
Dear Diary, Grandsoninlaw, look!Elsie pressed her nose to the window. A pooch! she cried. Just beyond the gate a scruffy mongrel barreled pastblack, filthy, ribs jutting...
He had always felt that something was off, as if his life were travelling on a side track while the main train had long since left...
I remember old Ethel Whitby, who lived on the fringe of a tiny village called Littleford, way out in the English countryside. Her cottage was ancientshutters...
While ambling along the banks of Windermere, Imogen spied a lone goose looking rather like it was pleading for a handout. Everyone else kept their distance,...
Mother, you really shouldnt bother making the trip now, my son Alex said, his voice flat over the phone. Its a long night on the train,...
When Poppy turned thirty, the world around her seemed to stretch into a single, endless pause. By day she sat in a cramped office of a...