The air in the garden seemed to have stopped moving. It hung heavy, thick with the scents of summer and something bitter, acridlike burnt plastic mixed...
Uncle, take my little sistershe hasnt eaten anything for days, the boy yells, his voice snapping through the streets clamor. Uncle, please take my sister. Shes...
Oliver slams the fridge door, nearly scattering the contents, and a magnet clatters to the floor with a sharp clang. Emma stands opposite him, pale, her...
“It was the morning of a Saturday when Margaret Hargreaves awoke with a sense of festivity. Sixty years a round number worthy of celebration lay ahead,...
She realises her motherinlaw is ill, keeping the diagnosis a secret while still fussing over herher daughterinlaw. Even now she wonders how to guarantee Amys stability,...
Ian drove off for a week to his lovers flat, hoping to reeducate his wife. He came back to find a new reality waiting in the...
Emma, well be staying at your cottage all summer, declared my brother, Ian, with a grin that seemed to stretch the sky. I felt the words...
Emily, has Tom told you anything yet? the motherinlaw asked, her voice brisk. Listen, were expecting up to twenty guests, so well start the preparations in...
The garden air feels as if time has stopped. It hangs heavy, thick with the scent of summer and something bitter, acridlike burnt plastic mixed with...
At my late husbands funeral a silverhaired stranger leaned close and murmured, Now we are free. He was the man I had loved in my twentieth...
The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slotted me into the worst table with a smug grin. Know your place, she said....
28October2025 Today I sat at the kitchen table, the old brass kettle humming, and tried to untangle the knot of...
The High Street was noisy today, just like any spring day here in London when the city finally wakes up...
Emily was racing to work, terribly latean absolute nightmare! If she didnt duck through the turnstile before the editorinchief, shed...
Rain taps against the windowsill of the rented onebed flat in Camden. Andrew watches the droplets trace whimsical patterns on...
Granddad, eek! Sam, lanky and wrapped in an oversized coat, tugged at his grandfathers arm, his little fingers still probing...
Dear Diary, This morning I was watering the geraniums on the windowsill when Elsie burst into the kitchen, her face...
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...