Dusty’s dig

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

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

Another day lay ahead. Another 24 hours, just the same as yesterday and the day before that and… However long it was since she’d lost her job. She sat up in bed and immediately regretted it. The mirro

Reenie’s unwanted night-time visitor had her spitting feathers

I PULLED back the living-room curtains and stopped singing along to the radio, frozen to the spot. How could this be? It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining, the birds had been singing up a s

An encounter with a handsome stranger left Georgia in a spin