The suitcase stood by the hallway door, halfzippered, as if it were the final brushstroke before a departure.
Laura steps out of the gynaecology clinic utterly baffled. She spreads the maternity note on the car
When I think back to those days, it feels as though Im watching a play from the village green in Yorkshire
“Emily, my dear, can you not feel a twinge of pity for him?” Margaret Hughes implored, her
Dear Diary, Did she really say it exactly like that? I asked my husband, James, as he sipped from his mug.
The courtyard at the edge of a bustling English town was waking up to the usual clatter and rush, each
Dear Diary, What did she actually say? Emma asked, repeating my husbands words. I gave a short nod and
Meine liebe Mama, meine Königin Was soll ich tun, wie kann ich dir helfen? schluchzt Lieselotte, während
Tus cosas ya están listas dijo la suegra, dejando la maleta junto a la puerta. ¡¿Qué se cree usted que hace?
Olivia, youve spoiled Daisy so much, shes nine and cant even mop the floor, Nan said, folding her arms