Flying long haul

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

MARGARET tried to stay still and not fidget. It was difficult. How long she had waited – how long they had all waited to get away from the town, with its noise and thronging crowds. For Father to get

YOU’RE going to Africa?” Kathy stared at her son in dismay. “To volunteer in a wildlife conservation project? “I don’t understand, Jonny. I thought you were going to university in September.” His brow

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha

Chloe thought looking after her mum’s cat would be simple…

Maybe it was time for Conrad to loosen up a little