Escape to pompeii

THE plane slammed on to the Fiumicino tarmac with a thud. Even before the wheels touched the ground, Maeve’s fingers had intertwined with her sister’s in a grip so firm it left white marks on her knuc

A VISIT to the local coffee shop following their Pilates class had become a welcome routine for the three retired friends. One morning Lyn ordered her favourite flat white, insisting she wanted nothin

Apart from the For Sale board, the house didn’t look any different from the last time I was here. Six months ago now. The day of my father’s funeral. A memory of how fragile my mother appeared that da

YOU can’t just throw it all in a skip, Mum!” Bryony’s voice was muffled by a dust mask as she crouched in the loft space, carefully avoiding bumping her head on the beams. She examined a battered trun

This week’s dream: the ancient marvels of Campi ...

Trish realised that she had something that money can’t buy