Europe
Asia
Oceania
Americas
Africa
best for FICTION
BY SCOTT KERSHAW
If it wasn
IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than
I n the corner of the drawing room ...
MARGARET tried to stay still and not fidget. It was difficult. How long she had waited – how long they had all waited to get away from the town, with its noise and thronging crowds. For Father to get
SKYE, your parents are here with me.” Skye had to resist the temptation to end the call at once. “You don’t understand. They’re the reason I’m running away –” “They told me what the matter is,” Steph
So, what do you think we should get Elsie this year? She’ll be a hundred and one next Saturday.” Jemma beckoned her husband over to her laptop where ‘Granny Gifts’ ranging from bird baths to potted ja
THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha