A cold fish

Lucy checked that her hotel door was locked before setting off for breakfast. Forty-five years old and this was the first time she had ever been on holiday alone. At first everything had been a stress

IT was what Wendy’s mum would have called a “mulling things over” day. As Wendy gazed out of the café window, puffy clouds sailed in a sky of stone-washed denim. It was the sort of day she and Ray had

SYLVIA Havilland did not know what would be in her grandmother’s will, but she had a good guess. Granny Havilland had been dead six months, but only now were her lawyers able to summon a small family

S a ffy and Neil had been married ...

MISS MYRTLE FFORBES took off her knitted bathing suit and eased herself into the scented bathwater. She sighed with bliss. What a fabulous day they’d had at the beach. They’d all swum, even Ena. Granv

AFTER a while, the hole in the bathroom floor became as familiar to Mary as her own reflection in the mirror over the sink. She contacted six tradespersons she found online before one agreed to even c