La vida

It was the sort of day that stays with you forever. The air was mild, heavy with the fragrance of roses

A Handful of Blackcurrants Irene hadn’t made much fuss about Christmas. Her daughter, Emily, had said

Lonely Maisie… For weeks, Maisie had been quietly observing the new neighbour across the hall—a

**The Blue Vein** Nathan adored her. He’d stand beneath her window late into the evening, heart pounding

**Diary Entry – 16th March** The spare room is taken now. I stood by the kitchen window, watching

It was the kind of day that stays with you forever. The air was sweet with the fragrance of roses and

Emily wiped away her tears, determined not to ruin the gathering. She adjusted her jumper over her growing

Oh, this is such a lovely story—let me give it that cozy English charm for you! **A Home Passed Down**

Lucy bit back her tears, determined not to spoil the gathering. She adjusted her jumper over her rounding

In the corridor of a women’s clinic, an elderly woman sat on a bench. Beside her slouched a skinny girl