Storytime with sophie

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

I’m sitting on the park bench, poking my sore knee with a tissue to stop the bleeding. It’s looking a little better now, which Mum says is good, but she still thinks I should have “a little rest until

TURN right at the end of the road,” the satnav said to the two women seated in the little green van. “Ooh, almost there. We always said we’d live together, didn’t we?” Tilly said. “That’s true. I sort

WHEN Kate had decided, at the age of fifty-five, to reduce her working hours and go part-time at her job, she had imagined filling her extra days off with all kinds of exciting adventures. Instead, sh

Look at this, Kerry!” I called over my assistant in the café I owned and ran. “What is it?” she asked. I handed her the letter. “A reviewer from the glossy local lifestyle magazine, Aspire, is arrivin

NATALIE had done it again: spoken without thinking. Honestly, she sometimes thought she consisted of two people. There was the sensible Natalie who recycled her cardboard, and an inner, loose-lipped N