Station of second chances

THE angels were gleaming in the summer sunshine, all alabaster skin, fabric shaped folds of marble, and enraptured faces. On Naomi’s last visit to Rome, she’d rushed along this bridge on a breakneck t

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 ...

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

I’m forty-four, which is too old to be worrying about starting a new job,” Jessie declared, as if saying it aloud would make it true. Though she was trying not to show it, some of the gloss was being

She’d admired the cool blonde from afar, but Teresa had no idea how much they actually had in common