12October The night was crisp, the kind of October chill that makes the hedges turn bronze. I was settled in my favourite armchair by the fire,...
Sorry I didnt live up to expectations! It all unfolded like something out of a sitcom or a cheesy drama. It was a summer evening, Tom...
I havent the faintest idea what to do, says Margaret Maggie Thompson, sixty, voice trembling with tears. My son, Mike, alwaysabsolutely alwaysdefends his wife. No matter...
Charlotte Whitfield stood before the bathroom mirror, biting the lower lip. Her fingers nervously tucked a stray lock of hair back into a sleek bun, as...
2a.m., StThomas Hospital, London the corridors are dead quiet, almost oppressive. The only sounds are the steady thump of the cardiac monitor and the faint buzz...
Yesterday morning I turned my phone up to the loudest setting, just in case. Deep down I knew he wouldnt write back. The feeling was like...
Im James Harper, and a week after wed left the weekend cottage, the neighbours finally drifted back on the last rowboat from Windermere. They came without...
Hey love, youve got to hear this one about the old block down in the suburbs of Manchester, the little fivestorey council tower where everyone knew...
I still recall the bitter cold that lay over the little market town of Whitby that winter, the way the frost turned the cobbles into a...
When autumn slipped over the thatched cottages of Ashford, Arthur fell ill and the world seemed to tilt. A rusted telephone rang in the kitchen, and...