31October Its a cold night and Im sitting by the kitchen window, watching the faint glow of street lamps flicker over the cobbles of Norwich. The...
Steal my clothes, cowboy! Save me! the desperate woman shrieked from the fogshrouded pond, her voice echoing like a broken hymn. A rustcaked tricycle clattered to...
My morning began exactly as it always had for years. I, Andrew Sinclair, was already up a minute before the alarm went off, a habit Id...
Mother, I forgive you, Lucy whispered. Margaret Ellis lay still. One quiet evening she called her daughter over. Lucy, my dear, Im dying. The time has...
Old letters When the postman stopped climbing the stairs and began leaving the newspapers and envelopes in the hallway, MrsAnne Bennett first complained. Then she made...
I called my mother and my sister to our house for NewYears, my husband announced on the evening of the thirtyfirst of December. Will you have...
You cant keep living like that, Em. Youre thirty, yet you act like youre already eighty, her mother said, settling beside her on the worn sofa....
24May2025 Diary Im writing this after a week that feels like a lifetime. Yesterday Emily turned the kitchen table into a battlefield over a seaside break....
24May2025 Diary Im writing this after a week that feels like a lifetime. Yesterday Emily turned the kitchen table into a battlefield over a seaside break....
Dont go asking for someone elses pie, I muttered as the tension in the kitchen grew. Emmas face was flushed with fury; she hadnt even tried...
Morning started just the way it always did. Andrew Sinclair woke up a minute before his alarm, like hed been...
Old letters When the postman finally stopped hoisting parcels up the stairs and began leaving newspapers and envelopes in the...
I still recall how James turned his back on a seaside holiday, all for the sake of saving a few...
Step back! he roared. I never vowed to marry you! And I dont even know whose baby this is. Maybe...
Emily was being way too clingy about helping around the house, so I gave her a gentle shove toward the...
Margaret, must I keep calling you Mrs. Whitaker? I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. Explain...
26October2025 I can hardly believe Im writing this, but I need to get it out of my head before the...
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....