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BY GABRIELLE MULLARKEY
For a whil
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’D seen an advertisement in my father’s newspaper for women to work on the canal boats. It said applicants should be of a robust constitution. I’m quite robust, so why not? I’d give it a go. “Look, D
A hidden secret proved to Annie that bravery came in many forms
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
Their tiny little black eyes stared up at her as they lay motionless on the soft bed of shredded lettuce. ‘They’re looking at me, I don’t like it!’ Marion said, prodding one of the small, lifeless sea