Wedding of the century

SORRY, did I wake you up?” Linda asked. Her bleary-eyed and pyjama-clad flatmate, Pat, had stumbled into their tiny kitchen one summer morning. “It’s five o’clock in the morning, Linda,” Pat moaned, s

I JUST couldn’t get used to New York. I always felt as if it was closing in on me. That’s why I strode along the sidewalks at a pace, just as everyone else seemed to. It was as if there was no tomorro

EACH time Bethan appeared, she’d be singing the same song softly under her breath. It was starting to get on Nia’s nerves. Nia knew the Welsh words to “Calon Lan”. Well, some of them. They often sang

I WAS a nightmare in the early days of my marriage, I admit it. I’d met Johnny on a skiing holiday in Courchevel, where we’d both gone with groups of chums. Johnny was the most daring of us and the be

TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape

INGLEFIELD Publishing Group, Primrose Barry speaking, good morning.” Primrose heard the coins drop at the other end of the line. Someone calling from a telephone kiosk. “Primrose?” Hearing her sister’