He said it so calmly, almost as if he were looking out for me: Why should you work, love? Im earning enough. You just take care...
12March Today began like any other Saturday in the culdesac of Whitby Grove. I was pushing the shopping trolley down the corner store when I recognised...
Vicky Thompson stood still, phone pressed to her ear. Her mothers voice drifted into the roomwet, desperate, like rain that refuses to let up. She didnt...
Poppy stood at the kitchen sink, her hands plunged into the chilly water. Through the window she could see the twilight slowly settling over the culdesac...
Richard Sinclair sat perfectly still for what felt like ages. The world hed convinced himself he could buy people, futures, even destiny collapsed in a handful...
When I write on a blank sheet Resignation Emily Turner, Im not doing it out of weakness. Im doing it because I already have a plan....
30November2025 Ive been driving the number12 service through the streets of York for years, but yesterday an old lady made me rethink every thing I thought...
Before the entrance a black limousine waited, its polished surface as dark as the night, catching the glow of Londons streetlights. The driver opened the door...
Ethel Hart untied the knot with careful fingers, feeling a tiny shoe tremble in her hand. The laces were fresh, sturdyunlike the frayed ones shed been...
The blue uniform and the face I recognized instantly. It was Officer Daniel Clarke the local policeman from our tower block. He wasnt alone; standing beside...
I stopped ironing Jamess shirts the day he dismissed my work as just sitting at home. Come on, Emily, what...
James said he was off on a work trip, but I found his car parked outside my best friends flat....
The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slid me into the worst table with a sardonic smile. Know your place, she sneered....
Rain tapped against the sill of the little rented twobedroom flat. James watched the droplets trace strange patterns on the...
Granddad, yes! Sam, a lanky boy wrapped in a coat far too big for him, clutched his grandfathers hand, shuffling...
The Keller manor in Surrey sat poised in its immaculate, chilly silence most days, its marble corridors echoing only with...
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...