Taking the biscuit

Could broken-hearted Maddie really go on holiday alone?

RUNNER-UP

DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch

Buckling her seat belt, Jemima scanned the plane’s cabin. It was filling up fast. Through her window, she saw the last luggage trailer returning to the terminal. Maybe this flight would leave on time.

Frankie’s new job involved so much more than sweeping up and making the coffee

George did more than just deliver food…