Poppy Thompson loves cats. How could she not, when she sees herself as one of them even though shes truly a dog. Shes a mediumsized, sturdy...
Emily had been a lover for years. Marriage never seemed to fall into her lap. Shed spent her twenties drifting from one flirt to the next,...
The grey evening settled over the narrow lanes of a damp East London district, blurring the outlines of brick terraces and filling the air with a...
I came home and slipped the key into the lock, but I didnt shout the usual Mum, Im back! as I stepped over the threshold. Veronica...
Emily had been a lover for years, a secret kept in the shadows of her twenties. She had lingered in a circle of friends until she...
Twelve oclockher operation. Simple, scheduled. An hour under anaesthetic, routine steps, discharge that afternoon. Shed never pressed for him to be there, knowing he was swamped....
My name is Harriet. The first time I met Eleanor, I was twentytwo, shoulders bearing a weight that felt like stone. I had just lost both...
Another envelope for them, and we get only a jar of pickles? I mutter, eyeing the kitchen table at my motherinlaws house. Peter sits opposite me,...
I often think back to those days in the little village of Bramley, when young Ethel Whitby fancied herself a cat, though she was, in truth,...
Emily had been a lover for years, never quite managing a proper marriage. She lingered among fleeting romances until she turned thirty, then finally decided she...
Ill never forget the night I brought my wife, Eleanor, home from St.Marys Hospital in Devon. Shed given birth to...
The Hawthorne manor sits quiet almost every dayspotless, chilled, and costly. Jonathan Hawthorne, a millionaire always in a sharp suit...
Ellie had always lived, as the saying goes, by the book, trudging along a dull, overused lane with her head...
Enough! Im done carrying the whole lot of you on my back! No more penniesgo feed yourselves however you wish!...
The street was bustling today, as it always is in spring when the city finally feels the warm sun after...
Her boss Sally was hurrying to the office, dreadfully lateshe imagined the nightmare of standing before the editorinchief without having...
Youre a burden, not a wife, my motherinlaw announced, her voice cutting through the chatter as I was refilling the...
The old matriarch, Margaret Whitcombe, tended to her potted ferns on the sill, each leaf glistening like tiny lanterns. Suddenly...
Go on and trash your mum all you like, but if you utter another word about my mother that I...
Im Thomas Miller, a farmhand from the little village of Somerby in North Yorkshire, and Ill tell you how Valerie...