Judy hadn’t deliberately become locked in the library. She’d told her colleague, Moira, goodbye, and had left an hour earlier.…
The woods were quiet that morning, the way I like them. A dull day with a fine drizzle of rain…
Addie spotted him in the supermarket queue, pretending he wasn’t with the woman who must be his mother going by…
As soon as the ship had sailed… Mara danced a little (sailor’s) jig of joy on the balcony overlooking the…
A picture prompt this time. What’s happening here? The scene gave new – and literal – meaning to the phrase…
Jane Harvey’s Christmas tale is a delight for her many fans of the residents of Hummingbird House and their inter-related…
Trapped in the milky unreality of the fog, Millie’s new love met its first challenge. It had been an adventure…
To explain: On occasion, when the brain isn’t sparking, I put the prompt into ChatGPT and ask for ideas –…
As writers, we tend towards language which visually describes our characters and the settings in which we place them. Imagery…
The letter arrived on the hall mat together with a bill Ingrid knew would have a great red overdue stamp…