The spirit of friendship

Why has John rung me after all this time?’ Liz asked herself. It was five months since he’d moved out. She chopped carrots and sliced runner beans from her vegetable patch, adding them to the minced m

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.

HAYLEY grabbed her toolbox from the back of the van and walked up the pathway. Ever since seeing the address on the worksheet, she’d been looking forward to this job. The house was just three doors aw

Stumbling over the soft sand, Rachel wished she had worn her flat sandals. Her husband Nik, hands in pockets, walked a few paces ahead. The evening sun glinted off the silver that had recently appeare

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

MILK?” Mrs Evans loomed over Alice Campbell’s teacup with a milk jug. The humidity in the tea shop was beginning to wilt the fabric violets in Alice’s little hat. She could see a few of the tiny flowe