The Silence of New Years Eve November had draped itself over London with cold rain and dreary skies
Every Love Has Its Own Shape Annie stepped outside and instantly shivered as the wind whipped her thin
To See with Her Own Eyes After the dreadful accident that claimed the lives of her husband and their
Where are you putting that vase? Emily asked, pressing her lips together to keep her temper in check.
Didnt Want To, But Did Amanda never could quite master smoking. Yet shed convinced herself it helped
Dont come around anymore, dad, I told him, trying not to sound too harsh. When you leave, Mum starts
Yesterday “Where on earth are you putting that salad bowl? Its blocking the cold meats!
I have often thought back on the days when Mabel Whitby was the pride of our little Yorkshire village.
My husband and I arrived in the village to meet his parents. When we pulled up outside the old cottage
New Years Quiet November was so drearycold, wet, just that classic British grey you know all too well.









