I married the man next door, whos eightytwo, and he still swears it was his greatest bit of madness.
The biting November wind cuts through the skin like knives as damp, bone-chilling cold rolls in from
Margaret stepped slowly onto the perfectly trimmed lawn, as if ascending a stage. Every movement was
One day youll notice that Im getting older my hands tremble when I fasten the buttons on my coat, I might
My daughter turned mother far too earlyonly seventeen, a fresheyed girl still dreaming of a life just
Emily stepped slowly onto the perfectly trimmed lawn, as if stepping onto a stage. Every movement was
Spotting the dog lying beside the bench, she rushed over at once. Her gaze fell on the lead, carelessly
When I stepped onto the street that night, I had no idea where my path would lead. My suitcase felt impossibly
I married the bloke next door, whos 82, and he still swears it was his finest folly. When I told my sister