A sense of belonging

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha

DONNIE opened his cottage door and smiled warmly. “Well, well. Wee Frannie and her white shadow. Come away in.” “I’ve come to pay for the groceries,” Frances said. “They were a real lifesaver. Oh, and

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

SKYE, your parents are here with me.” Skye had to resist the temptation to end the call at once. “You don’t understand. They’re the reason I’m running away –” “They told me what the matter is,” Steph

THE performance had been Don’s suggestion. “You’ll have to dance in front of someone soon. At least you’ll have a friendly audience for your first attempt.” That’s why several of the Growing Shoots da

Words can be all-powerful, as these three couples discovered. They reveal the romantic and unusual ways books brought them together…