STAY still,” a strong, male voice commanded from the gloom. The autumn sun was setting on Wildwood Cottage, silhouetting its undulating structure dramatically against a charcoal and orange sky. “Well,

SARAH DITUM

MARION looked at the packs of crisps stacked on the supermarket shelf and sighed. No, there was no point in getting the multipack. She and Kenny would never get through that. And it wasn’t as if the H

Helen felt she needed the loo – but something else caused a splash…

Joanne was on cloud nine with her cabin crew fella. But when he grew close to a co-worker, she sensed turbulence ahead…

The mini digger we hired was bright yellow. It sounded like a bus and belched out black smoke. Phil, looking like he sat upon a child’s toy, aimed it down the garden after the hire company unloaded it