Hooked

AS I hang my clothes in the wardrobe of the hotel room we’re sharing, I feel my sister Clare’s eyes on me. Through a mirror, I catch the thoughtful look on her face. It’s a look that’s often there, bu

Debbie exited the city office where she worked and made her way to the car park, the heels of her shoes clicking against the pavement as she walked. “Look out,” a voice shouted, and a hand pulled her

Chloe checked her phone yet again. Nothing. But he was bound to text her soon to tell her how sorry he was. Surely he must have realised by now that he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. Breaking

I made myself scrambled eggs for Sunday breakfast, accompanied by a toasted sourdough English muffin from the farmers’ market and my favourite coffee in my favourite mug. I had the latest Richard Osma

Lou stirred her hot chocolate. Her half-hearted diet wasn’t going well, or rather, had never truly started. It felt impossible in this chilly weather to contemplate salads and bottled water instead of

Trish realised that she had something that money can’t buy