Author: Mitsuko Nagasaki

It must have been over ten years now, yet I remember it as though it were yesterday, how my husband disappeared

I moved in with a man I met at a spa in Bath. Yet before I could share a word of it with anyone, a harsh

The music stopped all of a sudden, as if someone had severed the delicate thread that held the entire

The cat was betrayed, abandoned, cast aside because of a test result. In the biting cold of winter A

Valerie was on her way to work when she suddenly realised shed forgotten her mobile at home.

Youve got flabby skin! My husband, now sixty, pinched my side for all to see, so I brought in a mirror

Sunday again. The same kind of Sunday Ive spent for years with my son and his family, going round for lunch.

When I pushed open the door to our flat, I was greeted by that familiar, enveloping silence.

Forgive me, my boy. This is the story of a family some would call troubled, as its often branded here.

Im off to the young one, declared Granddad, age sixty-five, as he packed his suitcase, but he returned