The girls’ holiday

HER phone pinged with the e-mail while she was lying on the beach. The Greek sun blazed down from – well, being a writer, it was second nature for Amy to think about how she would describe the blue sk

Hannah and Matt needed a fresh start, but could they really put the past behind them?

IT was two days until Christmas and the afternoon sky was blue and crisp as Lydia’s car pulled up in front of the magnificent Bristol Hotel. Why was it called the Bristol? she wondered. It was nowhere

It looked like a bleak Christmas for all – until Becky had a bright idea

I’ve been queuing just shy of an hour. It’s utter madness. With the clock ticking closer and closer to midnight it’s beginning to feel like a fruitless task. Do I abandon the queue? I’m at the point w

IT wasn’t the weather that bothered Gina so much in winter. It was the lack of light. She craved sunshine, blue skies and the kind of white light that elevated whole days, lifting the spirit and promi