Author: Walton Merritt
Matchmaking by the Clock Emily sat at her desk, lost in the usual rhythm of her work. In front of her
A Contract for Love Sophie sat at an oversize kitchen table absolutely covered in wedding magazines.
White tablecloth, grey life The beef stew was good. Helen knew this for certain because shed tasted it
A Wall in Her Favour Claire, why are you getting involved in this conversation? Victor doesnt even glance at me.
The Upstairs Neighbour “Jane, where did you put my stockpot? The large one I use for stew?”
The Husband on the Weekend The pork chop sat dead centre on the plate, as if it had nailed the landing.
Buckwheat Instead of Truffles I stood by the hob, staring at the saucepan where my efforts of the past
Hidden Asset – Are you wearing that jumper again? – Margarets tone was the kind used for