Emily Taylor

I reckon we’re both grown-ups, I suggest moving in together, but only if we split the bills fifty-fifty

The Door Peter Johnson gazes blankly at the door, bewildered. What is he doing here? Imagine thathe must

Dont you dare bring your wife to my flat, my mum declared to me as I stepped through the door.

This must be Simons baby This little episode happened just recently, in a perfectly pleasant flat on

THE EARS OF WHEAT About twenty-five years ago, when I was young and naive, the local GP, ignoring all

The flight has been delayed for two days. She returned home earlier than planned… She came back

Nobody Will Harm You Where have you been? Peter snapped as his wife walked into their flat, his tone

THE BRIDE I watched in disbelief as my fiancé, his face twisted with anger, struck little Maud, my dachshund

Billionaire CEO William Hartley emerged from another agonising boardroom marathon in Mayfaira parade

March 17th I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was raining, of coursethe relentless sort that