Enough with the handsy, Victor hissed, his voice low as he paced the highceilinged drawingroom, constantly straightening his perfectly slickedback hair. Sorry for the bluntness, but...
Imagine I’m sitting in the cosy corner of The Savoy, watching my eightyearold son, Daniel, stare at the candlelit tables. Im Alexander Grant, the head of...
At our yearly family gathering by the mistcovered lake in the Lake District, my sixyearold daughter tugged at my shirt and begged to run off and...
Margaret Williams never thought of herself as extraordinary. She lives modestly in the little village of Bramley, surviving on a teachers pension after decades in state...
I was lateagain late for the meeting with the maître d of the restaurant where, in a months time, my wedding would be celebrated. A banquet...
Do not stop believing in happiness Once, in the reckless days of her youth, Eleanor Whitaker wandered into the bustling fair at Brighton Pier. A gypsy...
30th birthday a quiet evening in my flat above the old school in York. Im thirty now, still single, no children, just a cramped rented room...
13May Ive never been one for melodrama, but today the flat feels like a warzone. It started this morning when I dropped my mug onto the...
He knelt beside the little table hed set up on the pavement, cradling his newborn. Please, Im not after your cash, just a moment of your...
Alex was watching his eightyearold son, Daniel, with a mix of pride and worry as they dined at the most upscale restaurant on the Strand. Daniel...
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...