White feathers

Mum, what’s the worst thing anyone’s ever said to you?” Various replies sprang to mind, none appropriate for her son to hear. “She won’t tell you,” Clare’s daughter answered sagely. “If you tell me th

MUM?” Becky said. “When did you know Dad was the man for you?” “What? Pretty early, I think,” Frances replied, taken aback. “It’s so far in the past, I can’t remember.” “It’s important. Try and think

Creaking into the dusty, lookout point, Jessie pulled on the handbrake. Jumping out, she slammed the door. Clouds of grit tailed her maxi skirt to the front of the camper van. Lifting the bonnet, Jess

IT was the smell which first drew Amelia towards the souk. A heady mix of sweet jasmine and piquant spices, together with another scent she couldn’t identify, combined to form something that made her

Paula had agreed to meet Alex on Monday after checking out. She was planning to see her mum when she returned, but another hour or two wouldn’t make much difference as long as she didn’t leave it too

POSTERS for a touring circus blossomed in shop windows, and on any vacant stretch of boarding. Some were pasted on top of other posters, from many seasons ago. They were a snowstorm of colour to catch