Picking up the pieces

IT was no fun being dead – particularly when you had a cramp in your leg. Gemma raised her head from the dusty floor, looking for Tarquin. “Do I really have to stay here until the end of the act?” she

I’m fine, Aunt Lena. Honestly, you don’t need to worry,” Jada said, putting Ella’s bottle down on the coffee table before lifting the three-month-old onto her shoulder, where a muslin square was alrea

WHAT d’you reckon, sir?” Sergeant Winner sidled up to his long-time inspector with a worried look. His grey eyes swivelled towards a swelling crowd of newspaper men. Under an early-morning sky which t

I PEGGED Dad’s Seventies’ psychedelic floral shirt on the section of the clothesline designated for “undies”. It couldn’t be seen by the neighbours. I dreamt of the day my parents would give me their

IT was only Tuesday, and Jane was already missing the twins like mad. She gazed at yesterday’s photo on her phone. The two little girls all dressed up in their new blue uniforms and standing in the pl

Oh, Max, I’m so miserable.’ Lucy sniffed and buried her face in the pillow, so all I could do was gently pat her shoulder to show I knew how she felt. I snuggled up to her and she turned to me, gather