Delays and destiny

Creaking into the dusty, lookout point, Jessie pulled on the handbrake. Jumping out, she slammed the door. Clouds of grit tailed her maxi skirt to the front of the camper van. Lifting the bonnet, Jess

I’d been single for 18 months when a message landed in my DMs from a man. As a content creator, this isn’t unusual; I get hundreds of messages a day from people all over the world, most of them lovely

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MUM?” Becky said. “When did you know Dad was the man for you?” “What? Pretty early, I think,” Frances replied, taken aback. “It’s so far in the past, I can’t remember.” “It’s important. Try and think

DISASTER,” Simon muttered under his breath, as he shuffled off the aeroplane. A narrow jet bridge spat the passengers into the international terminal. Harsh lighting buzzed overhead. It might have bee

EXCITEDLY opening slatted wooden shutters, Evie stepped on to the balcony, greeting the day. Her delicate pink silk robe was barely fluttering in the warm breeze drifting in from the sea. She smiled.