Heartbreak hotel

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

PAM glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the classroom. Just half an hour to go until the summer holidays began. Six blissful pupil-free weeks, to be spent mostly gardening and binge watching pe

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

JOYCE felt a knot in her stomach as she saw Bryony start to scroll through the apps on her mobile phone. She knew what her daughter would see, because she’d been monitoring the situation herself for a

BYE, Mum, Dad. See you later!” fifteen-year-old Ailsa called, heading for the door. Her mum stopped her. “Oh no, you don’t. Breakfast first.” “There’s food laid on. Trish told me,” Ailsa said. “You’re

OLD friends Marlee and Devin were tucked into a quiet corner of the Rustic, the long-established coffee shop and deli on a pleasant side-street in town. They only ever came here for coffee – the food