Winging it

JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

It’s a funny old world

DANA NOVAK took a good, long look at the man. She knew that none of her clothes back at the tiny apartment she shared were going to cut it – not when introducing herself to Fischer. And she certainly

It has been a long drive, but I need to get as far away from the city as possible. Somewhere near Andover the stupidity of what I’m doing hits me and I pull into a service station, get out of the car

In which we learn the truth about snooty Geraldine