Going, going, gone

THE salt air tugged at her hair, carrying the scent of seaweed. Donna had spent years building towards this, chasing figures in spreadsheets, negotiating contracts, dreaming of the day she and Ben wou

YOUR text message sounded quite urgent,” Jane said. “Nothing wrong at the shop, is there?” She and her daughter had met for coffee at Caravaggio’s. On the other side of the small market square stood t

MAX swept his hair out of his eyes, but the wind blew it back again. He must get to the barber but he’d been so busy lately. It was a blustery day. The long grasses around him rippled like waves, and

Keith screamed as he leapt out of the way. The wild-looking animal glared at him, gave a loud grunt and bared its sharp teeth. That was more than enough for Keith. Any ideas of bravery or overcoming h

Jane stared through the kitchen window as water splattered the paving stones outside. The gutter needed clearing again. Leaves from next-door’s cherry tree would have clogged it, as it did every autum

RACHEL tilted the blinds open and smiled as the bright sunlight flooded into the room. It was one of those magical autumn days, when the deep blue sky and golden light suggested the lingering heat of