Altering course

It has been a long drive, but I need to get as far away from the city as possible. Somewhere near Andover the stupidity of what I’m doing hits me and I pull into a service station, get out of the car

THAT’S it. It stops right now.” To add oomph to the point, Gloria smacked the soft arms of her chair with her palms. Idly Scott noticed the small puffs of dust that arose and made a mental note that i

WHEN we left England, it was teeming with rain; here in Umbria, the heat is so fierce it could render you senseless. Especially if you’re marooned with a flat tyre on a little winding road somewhere o

Coming up for air

IT was one of those conversations on the bus that makes you keen to hear the rest of it. “You know, I really wasn’t in the mood to go,” the woman on the seat in front of me was saying to her companion

SOPHIE sat in the beachside café sipping a chilled lemonade as the cool Aegean sea lapped the blond Cretan sand. The first time she’d sat here, she had just broken up with Ryan. Or, rather, Ryan had b