Dishwashers, fancy friends and wire-cutters

HELP! I need help!” I gasp down the phone, sinking on to my kitchen floor. “It’s a life or death situation. I don’t know what to do.” I close my eyes and try to breathe as the panic overwhelms me. “Yo

Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found

Will Bryer on coveting a hound’s sense of smell, novel excuses for falling off and having to accept his wife is always right

ADMISSIONS SHADOW WORK Loneliness and the literary ...

BY THE BOOK I’m writing to say how ...

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.