The photo booth

It was still early when Marnie slipped out of the hotel and made her way down the narrow Calle de le Rasse. In a matter of moments, she was looking out over Venice’s Grand Canal. She watched a fishing

ICY sleet hit the restaurant window, making me glad I was in the warmth of the restaurant, until Luca appeared from the kitchen, wearing a frown. “Sorry, bella Bella, we’ve another order for delivery,

‘A re you sure you want the car?’ Angie ...

It had been years since Alice had been up here properly. The loft ladder was rickety and she hated the dark, cobwebby mess of it all. But, with just a month to go, she had no choice but to get on with

Linda sighed as she plonked another handful of books onto the coffee table. She shouldn’t have agreed to move into her mum’s bungalow rather than sell it, but Kylie had been very persuasive. ‘Me out o

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