The photo booth

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

I n the corner of the drawing room ...

Georgie lived to dance – and now her dream job was within her grasp

Their tiny little black eyes stared up at her as they lay motionless on the soft bed of shredded lettuce. ‘They’re looking at me, I don’t like it!’ Marion said, prodding one of the small, lifeless sea

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha

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