Stand by me

AS she sat in a pew about halfway down, Stacy wondered why she had accepted the invitation. It would have been easy to graciously decline, and no-one would have really batted an eyelid after all she h

Like the stars of the Thursday Murder Club, moving to a retirement home was the start of something far more exciting than living alone for Rob and Maxine Beck...

Carla was having the time of her life partying with her besties. Then her celebrations turned into a nightmare…

DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch

Ihadn’t heard from Roy Biddle in nearly thirty years when he called my home number. This was 1991, and an October day when brown, slippery leaves coated the pavement outside our west London house. Roy

I’d just been reunited with my first love, when something terrible happened. Would I be able to find a light at the end of the tunnel?