Dusty’s dig

STARING out of her window at the small garden, Gemma sighed. It was nothing like the large rambling garden she’d had at her old house and there were times when she really missed it. If she were honest

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

When my nineteen-year-old niece, Bethany, asked if she could stay with me for a month ‘to find herself’, what could I say? I’d come here myself from the city last summer to recover from a failed relat

Lucy checked that her hotel door was locked before setting off for breakfast. Forty-five years old and this was the first time she had ever been on holiday alone. At first everything had been a stress

PAM glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the classroom. Just half an hour to go until the summer holidays began. Six blissful pupil-free weeks, to be spent mostly gardening and binge watching pe

Creaking into the dusty, lookout point, Jessie pulled on the handbrake. Jumping out, she slammed the door. Clouds of grit tailed her maxi skirt to the front of the camper van. Lifting the bonnet, Jess