The way back

MARIE peered out of the front room window, wondering if people would be on time. And not only that – what if nobody showed? She let the net curtain drop, listening to the kettle whistling in the kitch

T RACY’S passing a box of teacakes across the scanner. She’s also chatting to one of her favourite customers – Mrs P – when her eyes stray to the clock in the corner of her screen. Ten-thirty a.m. on

MARION looked at the packs of crisps stacked on the supermarket shelf and sighed. No, there was no point in getting the multipack. She and Kenny would never get through that. And it wasn’t as if the H

DILLY ran a hand over the old stone, rough with occasional patches of lichen and down the weathered inscription. The bleak October sky was heavy with rain. But just then, the sun had emerged, warming

STAY still,” a strong, male voice commanded from the gloom. The autumn sun was setting on Wildwood Cottage, silhouetting its undulating structure dramatically against a charcoal and orange sky. “Well,

Me and my groom confessed our undying love