Where two rivers meet

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

An encounter with a handsome stranger left Georgia in a spin

THE angels were gleaming in the summer sunshine, all alabaster skin, fabric shaped folds of marble, and enraptured faces. On Naomi’s last visit to Rome, she’d rushed along this bridge on a breakneck t

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

COME on, Darren. Surely you can take the boys into Bristol without me,” Maria pleads. “You said a family trip,” Henry, her eight-year-old, says in a whining voice. “Yeah, Mum, you did promise!” Charli

THE last specks of rain of the previous night’s storm pattered against the widow of the drawing-room. Meryl Stewart sat at the keyboard of her baby grand, working her way through the piano arrangement