Europe
Asia
Oceania
Americas
Africa
for FICTION
BY ALISON JAMES
Sunbathing on the terrace of th
Stumbling over the soft sand, Rachel wished she had worn her flat sandals. Her husband Nik, hands in pockets, walked a few paces ahead. The evening sun glinted off the silver that had recently appeare
Their mama often told of the legend that, one day, she hoped would work its magic
A COSMO READS BOOK
SOPHIE sat in the beachside café sipping a chilled lemonade as the cool Aegean sea lapped the blond Cretan sand. The first time she’d sat here, she had just broken up with Ryan. Or, rather, Ryan had b
IT was three o’clock in the afternoon and still raining. It started the moment they arrived, and Sharon watched with a heavy heart as the rain took hold and the sky darkened. Even she, queen of all pl
Our childhood beach was made of the finest sand, the sort you get in an egg-timer. I grew up in Morar, a lovely little village on the northwest coast of Scotland. My parents owned a hotel opposite the
