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Was Lynne’s memory playing tricks on her? Was it a mis
Before Lucy agreed to go out with Ben, she had a question for him
Linda sighed as she plonked another handful of books onto the coffee table. She shouldn’t have agreed to move into her mum’s bungalow rather than sell it, but Kylie had been very persuasive. ‘Me out o
It had been years since Alice had been up here properly. The loft ladder was rickety and she hated the dark, cobwebby mess of it all. But, with just a month to go, she had no choice but to get on with
A rush of warmth welcomes me as I open the café door. I take a moment to catch my breath, unbutton my coat and look around for Helen. She’s sitting at our favourite table in the corner, and I give her
THE WINNING STORY
The thumping that had been going on overhead all morning suddenly stopped. Clara paused, red pen hovering over one of her pupil’s dogeared exercise books. A strand of brown hair fell across her sea-gr