That wednesday

IT was one of those conversations on the bus that makes you keen to hear the rest of it. “You know, I really wasn’t in the mood to go,” the woman on the seat in front of me was saying to her companion

JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.

Although Jackie could understand why many people hated commuting to work, she actually quite liked it. For the past six years, she had travelled by train from her home in a small town to an office in

As soon as she’d put her daughter’s ironing away, Ruth went back downstairs to ask Ashley how the curtains were coming on. “They’re almost finished,” Ashley told her, stopping the new sewing machine.

1970 Six-year-old Anna was pleased with her newly decorated bedroom. She’d chosen the wallpaper herself. As soon as she saw the yellow paper covered in small white flowers she pointed and said, “I lik

SOPHIE sat in the beachside café sipping a chilled lemonade as the cool Aegean sea lapped the blond Cretan sand. The first time she’d sat here, she had just broken up with Ryan. Or, rather, Ryan had b