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The fourteenth was always an extra busy day for postie Keira . . .
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J AS tapped the shiny knocker twice, then stepped back, glancing at Priya. “Are you sure this is the right flat?” Priya held up the sealed envelope, showing the typed address. “Number three, Oak Avenu
A VISIT to the local coffee shop following their Pilates class had become a welcome routine for the three retired friends. One morning Lyn ordered her favourite flat white, insisting she wanted nothin
Look at this, Kerry!” I called over my assistant in the café I owned and ran. “What is it?” she asked. I handed her the letter. “A reviewer from the glossy local lifestyle magazine, Aspire, is arrivin
Lou stirred her hot chocolate. Her half-hearted diet wasn’t going well, or rather, had never truly started. It felt impossible in this chilly weather to contemplate salads and bottled water instead of
THE small wooden sign that read “Kinlochbay Station” swayed in the winter wind. Elspeth MacKenzie hurried along the platform, her father’s pocket watch clutched in her gloved hand. Five minutes to the
AMELIA arrives home from her half-day at work. She has the week’s shopping and quickly squirrels everything away, leaving just her children’s magazines on the kitchen table. Seeing she only has three-