The artist

ANOTHER look at the dashboard clock: 21.06. The plane’s due to leave in under two hours. With the turn-off for the airport within sight, I ease on to the accelerator, suppressing a groan as the cars i

Could broken-hearted Maddie really go on holiday alone?

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CAN’T you hurry?” Stuart was saying urgently to his nurse, Alice. “You mustn’t let her get away! “Can’t you get these tubes out of me?” “Leave those tubes alone, Stuart. I’m going as fast as I can,” A

I’m not sure what woke me up so early – excitement or the desperate need for a wee. These days, my alarm is my bladder. I pull on a loose, comfortable dress and shuffle down the corridor of our holida

ELLA stood in the church porch, chatting nervously to the other bridesmaid. They were waiting for Julia, the mother of the bride. Ella had glanced inside the church when she first arrived to check whe