Single minded

EXCITEDLY opening slatted wooden shutters, Evie stepped on to the balcony, greeting the day. Her delicate pink silk robe was barely fluttering in the warm breeze drifting in from the sea. She smiled.

Creaking into the dusty, lookout point, Jessie pulled on the handbrake. Jumping out, she slammed the door. Clouds of grit tailed her maxi skirt to the front of the camper van. Lifting the bonnet, Jess

FREE! I’m free at last!” “Oh, Lionel, anyone would think you’d just been released from prison,” Jeanette, his wife, replied. “Well, I have. Since I decided to retire, working my notice has seemed like

CAZ stood beside the open door of the bus and checked the names of boarding passengers on her tablet. “This is our third trip with you,” Mavis confided as her husband took her hand and helped her aboa

POSTERS for a touring circus blossomed in shop windows, and on any vacant stretch of boarding. Some were pasted on top of other posters, from many seasons ago. They were a snowstorm of colour to catch

Erick had professed his love and even proposed, but was Alba’s holiday romance more of a faux -mance?