Still waters

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

Debbie exited the city office where she worked and made her way to the car park, the heels of her shoes clicking against the pavement as she walked. “Look out,” a voice shouted, and a hand pulled her

Lou stirred her hot chocolate. Her half-hearted diet wasn’t going well, or rather, had never truly started. It felt impossible in this chilly weather to contemplate salads and bottled water instead of

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

BRUCE peeked through the curtain, watching the commotion as the new neighbours moved in next door. He heard Iris’s voice in his head. “Two women! Well, I never!” One of the women was heavily pregnant

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