“Where did you get this photo?” James paled as he stared at the picture of his missing father.
James sat in the kitchen with his wife, Emma. She busied herself at the stove, chattering away without pause.
**Too Much Care** Charlotte woke to the smell of fried onions and an odd clatter. The room was dark
The phone buzzed in the quiet of the evening, startling Margaret as she settled into her armchair with
I don’t know about other single women, but all sorts of oddities seem drawn to me. Last night, for instance
The End of Love, The Dawn of a Dream The silence between them was heavy. “I’m leaving, Thomas.
An Extra Mouth The kitchen table was cramped. The tiny five-metre space could barely hold five people—two
**Too Much Care** I woke to the smell of fried onions and a strange clattering sound. The room was dark
First the Coffee, Then You “Emily, listen to this—I’ve had a brainwave!” Alex burst into
After getting a bonus at the factory, Andy sat in a cosy little pub with his two mates. The bonus wasn’t