Rain pattered against the sill of the little rented flat in Oxford. Andrew watched as the droplets traced
Emily, youll be the one to blame for his death! Whos to blame? Of course Tommy! Yes, you! Theres nothing
Excuse me, miss, could you buy a cake for the little girl? the ragged man called out, perched on the
18March I never imagined a simple comment could turn the domestic routine on its head, but thats exactly
Grandfather, Eek!the small, stooped boy clutched at the hand of the lanky man wrapped in a coat far too
Mate, youll get a kick out of this one its the whole lot of drama thats been bubbling in the little village
Hey love, listen up, Ive got a story thatll stick with you. Victor handed Emily a bottle of water.
Emma had been a lover for years, never quite catching the marriage train. She lingered in the single
Mum, I forgive you! Margaret Whitfield lay prostrate on the worn sofa of her cottage. One quiet evening
I was finishing off the last bottle of lager and trying to beat the next level of the shooting game on