Finding Her Place Mum, what are you doing?! I could barely keep from crying as I watched my mother hurl my simple belongings from the wardrobe....
The snow no longer stung her bare feetDorothy couldnt feel them now. Only the wind lashed at her face, her throat, her thin, trembling arms, slicing...
“After Fifty, I Stopped Believing in Anything Romantic”: Until I Joined a Singles’ Holiday for Over 50s and Met Edward I no longer had faith in...
Simon took the train to a little village in Kent to visit his aunt, his mothers older sister. It was a promise hed made to his...
Grandad is Gone Emily has just returned from yet another business trip, barely having a chance to take off her coat or unpack her suitcase when...
A Late Defiance Do you realise what youre doing? Margarets voice was quietterribly so, more chilling than any raised shout. Do you understand what this means...
A Piece of Happiness I quietly opened the door to my daughters room and peered inside. Alice was sitting on her bed, lost in her own...
When Pain Speaks Emma, darling, I understand, I really do, but weve got no choice. We have to. Well have to sell the house. And after...
House Spirit – Will, was it you who tidied up the garden? Margaret gave her sons shoulder a gentle tap. He jumped, yanking off his headphones....
Night, Woman, Cat and Fridge – Dont you look at me like that! I shot a stern glance at the cat, my brow arched as menacingly...