Be bold

ANOTHER look at the dashboard clock: 21.06. The plane’s due to leave in under two hours. With the turn-off for the airport within sight, I ease on to the accelerator, suppressing a groan as the cars i

Emma set down her coffee mug. Through the café window, autumn leaves twirled in the October breeze, mirroring the upheaval in her own life. Forty-eight hours ago, she had handed in her resignation let

I PEGGED Dad’s Seventies’ psychedelic floral shirt on the section of the clothesline designated for “undies”. It couldn’t be seen by the neighbours. I dreamt of the day my parents would give me their

YOU don’t even speak to him. I don’t understand why we have to go.” Mia was being difficult again. Eliza glanced at her daughter’s pouting face in the rear view mirror, and her slight crow’s feet deep

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods

FOR some people, fresh air combined with freshly grown, organic vegetables would be their idea of heaven – but not for me. Instead, mine would be a busy order book for my interior design business and