It was one of those cool misty mornings when Lucy had no firm idea how she wanted to spend her day. Nothing had leapt to the top of her to-do list when today’s planned coffee morning with her daughter

I HOPE this is the last time I’ll sit at home watching the Winter Olympics on telly,” I said. Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean were kneeling on the ice. “In four years’ time, I want to be there, cov

THE Number 42 bus wheezed to a stop at the corner of Church Street. Sylvia Bennett climbed aboard with two shopping bags over her arm, filled with tea bags, digestives, cauliflower and a copy of her f

SERIAL PART 2

L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s

IT’S only for two days,” Mark said, dropping a kiss on Sylvie’s cheek. His nearness warmed her, and she reached out for him as though a hug could stop him from leaving. Stop her from being alone all w