The ghost of a wedding

A rush of warmth welcomes me as I open the café door. I take a moment to catch my breath, unbutton my coat and look around for Helen. She’s sitting at our favourite table in the corner, and I give her

Linda sighed as she plonked another handful of books onto the coffee table. She shouldn’t have agreed to move into her mum’s bungalow rather than sell it, but Kylie had been very persuasive. ‘Me out o

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THE FATE OF MR WALLIAMS highlights a long-standing ...

MORNINGS at the Coffee Pod officially began the moment Primrose flipped the laminated sign from Sorry We’re Closed to the inviting We’re Open! Come On In! Unofficially, of course, they began a good sp

ICY sleet hit the restaurant window, making me glad I was in the warmth of the restaurant, until Luca appeared from the kitchen, wearing a frown. “Sorry, bella Bella, we’ve another order for delivery,