Safe haven

IT was with some reluctance that I visited the Society of Antiquaries with Miss Bruton, that day in 1941. Under normal circumstances, the Society would be a favoured destination for me, but I was awar

THE boy was a scrawny little thing with some smudges on his face. He stood in our hall with a label tied to his small case and another pinned on his clothes, just staring around at everything as if he

I WAS a nightmare in the early days of my marriage, I admit it. I’d met Johnny on a skiing holiday in Courchevel, where we’d both gone with groups of chums. Johnny was the most daring of us and the be

TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape

I JUST couldn’t get used to New York. I always felt as if it was closing in on me. That’s why I strode along the sidewalks at a pace, just as everyone else seemed to. It was as if there was no tomorro

Finally reaching the island, Beth realised something was very wrong