Road to romance

WASN’T it you who used to work behind the bar at the Frog and Lettuce?” Susan Tallboys looked up. She’d been fastening the buttons of her overcoat, suppressing her dislike of its worn fabric and its m

I WOKE up after a vivid dream of Eleanor. I’d had quite a few recently. Eleanor was my half-sister. She was older than me – the daughter of Dad’s first wife, Dorrie. My mum only found out he had a fir

THE wedding is a small affair. Issac had wanted something bigger, but Clara still felt a fraud, despite her brother Joseph’s assurances that Issac really loved her. She regularly pinches herself to se

I stood by the kitchen window; phone pressed to my ear. Outside, frost shimmered across the lawn, and the weak winter sun filtered through the trees. “So, what do you think?” I said to Phoebe. “A post

Jane’s phone vibrated in her pocket and she got it out and glanced at it surreptitiously. It was January 6th, far too early for the baby to be on the way, but you never knew. Another two weeks until t

THE Janus Inn’s sign swung ominously in the gathering wind as Mairi and her bundle stood outside. Waiting for the coachman to appear, she looked towards the stout, ancient building, glad of the carous