17April Its been a bizarre fortnight, and I cant help but pour it all onto these pages. Last night the
Ian? Margaret Jones looks at her neighbour in surprise. Are you home? I thought you were in London.
“Want my husband? Hes all yours!” said Emily with a smirk, facing the unfamiliar woman at her door.
**The Season of Trust** In early May, when the grass had thickened to a lush green and morning dew still
The maternity ward at St.Marys Hospital in Manchester was a bright, cavernous hall, humming with a strange
Nora hurried home as the clock neared ten in the evening, longing to reach her flat, have supper and
When the door swung open, for a heartbeat I thought I was staring at a ghost from my own past.
Emily grew up as a sweet, gentle soul. Mum always said, Our little girl got her stubborn streak from
Id agreed to mind the neighbours daughter for the weekend, but it didnt take long to sense that something
In the stairwell of number six, where the air always carried the scent of damp umbrellas and old concrete