Smelling the roses

STARING out of her window at the small garden, Gemma sighed. It was nothing like the large rambling garden she’d had at her old house and there were times when she really missed it. If she were honest

Paula had agreed to meet Alex on Monday after checking out. She was planning to see her mum when she returned, but another hour or two wouldn’t make much difference as long as she didn’t leave it too

OLD friends Marlee and Devin were tucked into a quiet corner of the Rustic, the long-established coffee shop and deli on a pleasant side-street in town. They only ever came here for coffee – the food

Lucy checked that her hotel door was locked before setting off for breakfast. Forty-five years old and this was the first time she had ever been on holiday alone. At first everything had been a stress

YOU were sitting on the bench when I first saw you. During the spring, summer and autumn months, the common, with its beautiful trees and gardens, was my favourite place to de-stress from the pressure

LESLEY patted her tearful granddaughter’s hand sympathetically and tried desperately to think of something to cheer her up. What could she say to a fourteen-year-old who thought her life was over beca