Trust me

Lou stirred her hot chocolate. Her half-hearted diet wasn’t going well, or rather, had never truly started. It felt impossible in this chilly weather to contemplate salads and bottled water instead of

I wish my parents hadn’t called me Sheila. My friends all had exotic names like Juliet or Charlotte or Justine, while I spent my childhood having to deal with a barrage of Waltzing Matilda jokes and f

NATALIE had done it again: spoken without thinking. Honestly, she sometimes thought she consisted of two people. There was the sensible Natalie who recycled her cardboard, and an inner, loose-lipped N

FROM her vantage point on the top floor of the library, Linda gazed out of the tall windows and could see the traffic crawling along University Boulevard. She could still hardly believe she was here a

Trish realised that she had something that money can’t buy

Giles Kime presents a dramatis personae of 21st-century nuptials