The ghost of a wedding

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

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

Emily looked out of the window as the plane began its descent, frantically sucking a Polo as her ears complained about the drop in pressure. “You suffering?” the man in the next seat asked, looking co

After yet another row,Sara’s husband had finally taken drastic action

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.

I LOOKED at my allocated “bed” underneath the back window of the caravan and wondered. Firstly, about my chances of getting a good night since I was already sleeping badly. And secondly, what madness