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Was Ash’s mother telling her the truth – or was it
A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys
FIONA’S glad the traffic’s in her favour as she pulls up at her mum’s house and hurries in to fetch her. She checks her watch as she unlocks the front door and gives it a shove. It’s three fifty-five
Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...
EVERY time I smell the sweet scent of September air, I am transported back to Alderley Cottage. I am walking up the garden path strewn with grass and twigs towards a faded blue painted door with a bro
TENDERLY, Violet touched her frail mother’s cheek. Ruby gazed wide-eyed at her daughter. Eventually, shocked and disbelieving, she spoke, her voice a feeble whisper. “Violet, I’m begging you. Don’t go
It’s a funny old world
