Every Second Counts

I had been waiting at the bus stop for fifteen minutes before it was due. It didn’t matter that the rain was sheeting down like stair rods or that my hair was plastered in strands around my face, I had…
I had been waiting at the bus stop for fifteen minutes before it was due. It didn’t matter that the rain was sheeting down like stair rods or that my hair was plastered in strands around my face, I had…
I love skinny blondes, and I also love brunettesThe only trouble is I haven’t met the right one yetMaybe it’s a redhead, who will come and steal my heartOr a silver haired old lady, looking for a brand-new start Dating…
I chose my family carefully.Not because of some ascribed bloodline that I had no say in.I chose them, as they chose me, because we care about each other.Nothing so disingenuous as love.We have seen ourselves and each other.At our best.Our…
George Hardaker and Minnie Jessop arrived at THORNTREES on the same day. ‘We like our new residents to arrive at the same time,’ she smiled, rocking backwards and forwards in sturdy black shoes, her arms clasped behind her back.…
Has this glamorous heiress really decided to create a haven for asylum seekers? It seems a stretch, to be honest. She could be bored, her usual jet set lifestyle curbed by ‘covid’, or perhaps for once the news coverage has…
As she heard the door slam and the key turn in the lock, Gemma began to shake. She’d managed to hold herself together until now; answered all their questions and even phoned Roger, leaving a message on his voice mail.…
The small gold filigree basket captured the sunbeams as they filtered through the lace voiles, giving the illusion that the small antique object was magically sprinkled with stardust. It was sitting on the dressing table in room 206. The year…
I sat on the bathroom stool and opened the laundry basket. It had been a fabulous day out, just the two of us. The twin’s PJ’s lay on the top, they’d been for a sleep-over at my mum and dad’s.…
It was early on Christmas day morning that I saw her write the note. She was sitting down at the kitchen table her eyes screwed up. She would normally put on her glasses when writing, but today she was behaving…
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never Let it fade away You remember that old 50s hit by Perry Como? It came to be, for me, the signature tune for our island. For the first few…