The bad word ban

IT’S time to go to the police again,” Mark said. “That’s what I think.” “We all think that,” Lydia snapped. “We have all got that far, Mark.” The Denzell children glared at each other, then sighed and

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

TUESDAYS had always been Joyce’s day for looking after Megan, her granddaughter. To begin with, this had meant caring for her as a tiny baby, taking her for long walks in her pram as her mum had gone

Chloe checked her phone yet again. Nothing. But he was bound to text her soon to tell her how sorry he was. Surely he must have realised by now that he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. Breaking

IT was the same mother and child Gwen had smiled at earlier in the street, when she’d been heading for her afternoon shift at the charity shop. The only difference was, they both looked very tired. Th

COME on, Auntie Jo – your turn!” Seven-year-old Sophie pushed the little cubes of wood across the table towards her aunt. Jo glanced at the clock and sighed. Still another 10 minutes before her niece