I am following on from Monday’s prompt response which you can find here and which ended thus: The footsteps closed…
Quick footsteps sounded behind her. She didn’t dare glance over her shoulder. Best not to see what stalked her through…
‘Why did you let Julie be your maid of honour? She’ll mess it up somehow, I know she will.’ Sue’s…
Edith stumbled as she got off the bus. She grabbed the rail to steady herself and made it safely to…
‘What is it?’ Ada squinted into the woods at the edge of the field where she and her mother gleaned…
He held his hand on the black book and he swore it was the truth, the whole truth and nothing…
He didn’t know why he bothered. The time and patience it took to get dressed each morning, being careful not…
It was still there when Laura came down for breakfast, wrapped in her winter dressing gown, sheepskin slippers warming her…
The house is crowded with mourners. The world and his oyster knew and loved her grandmother, and the funeral in…
Elle hunkered down into the sofa, shoulders hunched and arms crossed. The voice – his voice – carried on its…