The road ahead

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.

THERE were tubes and wires everywhere. Beside Colin’s bed in Intensive Care was a scary-looking machine with coloured lights and constantly changing numbers on the screen. “I’m sorry to be a nuisance,

YOU’VE gone very pale. I hope you’re not going to faint.” “I’ll do my best not to,” Caz struggled not to sound sarcastic. “Let’s get you over to that bench,” the dog owner suggested. “Do you mind if I

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

S tella is quicker than usual eating her breakfast. Taking worried glances out of the window just in case the cornflower blue sky might fill with dark, angry clouds, the sun obscured behind a mass of

ELLA came out of the head’s office trying not to punch the air with excitement. Her colleagues in the staff-room were eyeing her speculatively. Had she just been promoted? Or sacked? She recognised th