La vida

I remember the way Eleanor stared at the flickering matches clutched in the old woman’

The memory of that winter night still haunts me, as if the wind itself were whispering the tale anew.

Mum turned out to be the odd one out. What’s the flat like? The one on the fourth floor?

When the rumble of the Mercedes engine vanished at last among the trees, silence settled over me like

Mom, are you the spare one? Which flat? The one on the fourth floor? Im the spare, Emma Foster admitted

I was fortyfive when I finally married. Evelyn already had three children, her own small fleet of woes

The Foreign Country Cottage A year ago, the Wilsons bought a country cottage. Having hit his fifties

Dear Diary, The children I raised have already picked out a plot for me in the graveyard. Theres one

Mum, I forgive you, I heard her whisper, and her voice cracked like old plaster. Margaret Whitmore lay

Dear Diary, We were planning to ring in the New Year at your cottage, I announced, holding the spare