The biggest leap

Childhood memories bring a new sense of purpose to Evelyn

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

J e an’s hand trembled as she pulled ...

BYE, Mum, Dad. See you later!” fifteen-year-old Ailsa called, heading for the door. Her mum stopped her. “Oh no, you don’t. Breakfast first.” “There’s food laid on. Trish told me,” Ailsa said. “You’re

The opening of my first novel Heatstroke came to me in what Stevie Nicks would call a ‘crystal vision’. I was at work, seized by an impulse, and typed straight into an email what are still – give or t

CAZ stood beside the open door of the bus and checked the names of boarding passengers on her tablet. “This is our third trip with you,” Mavis confided as her husband took her hand and helped her aboa