Love thy neighbour

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha

Have you met our new neighbour yet?’ Paul asked, walking into the kitchen and idly popping a grape into his mouth. ‘Just moved in, two doors down. She’s French and a real looker.’ ‘In what way?’ Laura

Mary was as good as any lad – and she was going to prove it

Reenie’s unwanted night-time visitor had her spitting feathers

FOR a northern mill town, it was rather pretty. To be fair, there was more to it. The town had history. At times, it had been prosperous. At others, not so much. Oddly, it was perhaps the less prosper