The valentine’s card

SHIRLEY was enjoying herself. It was rare that the employees at Gottens department store were able to socialise. Shirley was in haberdashery. Mr Moyatt usually ruled the department with a rod of iron.

Why has John rung me after all this time?’ Liz asked herself. It was five months since he’d moved out. She chopped carrots and sliced runner beans from her vegetable patch, adding them to the minced m

HAYLEY grabbed her toolbox from the back of the van and walked up the pathway. Ever since seeing the address on the worksheet, she’d been looking forward to this job. The house was just three doors aw

Emily looked out of the window as the plane began its descent, frantically sucking a Polo as her ears complained about the drop in pressure. “You suffering?” the man in the next seat asked, looking co

JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.

MILK?” Mrs Evans loomed over Alice Campbell’s teacup with a milk jug. The humidity in the tea shop was beginning to wilt the fabric violets in Alice’s little hat. She could see a few of the tiny flowe