Fruit salad

HER phone pinged with the e-mail while she was lying on the beach. The Greek sun blazed down from – well, being a writer, it was second nature for Amy to think about how she would describe the blue sk

Betty Middleton had only moved in two weeks earlier, but already she was starting to annoy me with her frequent knocks at my back door. “Would you like a slice of my lemon drizzle? It’s home-made!” No

I’ve been queuing just shy of an hour. It’s utter madness. With the clock ticking closer and closer to midnight it’s beginning to feel like a fruitless task. Do I abandon the queue? I’m at the point w

It looked like a bleak Christmas for all – until Becky had a bright idea

Hannah and Matt needed a fresh start, but could they really put the past behind them?

OK? Ready?” “Yep.” Fi smiled at Brand. She then picked up the bags full of presents, hoping her face had been convincing. There had been a time when she’d loved these family gatherings at Christmas bu