5 March After my wifes funeral, James drove me out of the little hamlet of Littleford. At the very edge
**Diary Entry 12th April** When Mum and I were walking back from the market, I noticed him first.
Emily stepped slowly onto the perfectly trimmed lawn, as if walking onto a stage. Every movement was
The milkmaid hurries to the airport its the first time she flies on holiday when a sleek black car brakes
When I am thirteen, I learn to conceal both my hunger and my embarrassment. My family is so strapped
Véronique paced anxiously through her modest flat in Lyon, phone clenched in her hand as another notice
The night I stepped out onto the street, I had no idea where my feet would take me. My suitcase felt
Veronique paced anxiously through her tiny flat in Lyon, clutching her phone as a new overduepayment
That night when I stepped out onto the street, I had no idea where my path would lead. My suitcase felt
When Alice tugged the cord tied around the sack, the fabric loosened slowly, rustling softly.