I walked into the maternity ward to watch the fetal heartbeat strip during labour. The babys cardiogram
Steal my clothes, cowboy! Save me! the woman cried, standing by the lake, her voice echoing like a phantom.
June 3rd Today Victor finally turned the corner of the A38 a little later than usual. My wife, Theresa
Lads, theyve swiped my clothessave me! wailed the woman, her voice cracking as she tumbled into the pond.
Mum, I forgive you! Eleanor Clarke slumped onto the thin straw mattress. One quiet evening she called
Dear Diary, I never knew my parents. My father walked out when my mother was pregnant, and after that
Morning began just as predictably as a welltimed train. Andy Thompson woke a minute before his alarmsomething
I slipped into the delivery suite of St.Marys Hospital, London, as if the corridors were rivers of white light.
Mum, I forgive you! Margaret Whitfield lay in her lowceilinged cottage. One evening she whispered to