Don’t touch my tomatoes! They’re the only thing I’ve got left, shouted the neighbour
14 de octubre El viento me recibió con una ráfaga brusca que arrancó mi gorra antes de que pudiese dar
I found a slip of paper tucked away in the drawer of my desk: He knows. Run. Miss Watson, could you check
Season of Trust May had just begun, the grass turning a deep green and the morning dew still clinging
In einem vornehmen Restaurant erinnerte ich mich plötzlich daran, dass die Bedienung meine ehemalige
At the funeral of my husband, I spot a strange elderly woman cradling a tiny infant. Odd, isnt it?
Als Liselotte den mit weißen Rosenblättern gesäumten Gang betrat, legte sich eine erdrückende Stille
Un paso hacia uno mismo María, una mujer de cuarenta y ocho años con la mirada cansada y el pelo castaño
Leave and never return. Sam, I saw an advert last night for a threebedroom flat in the suburb weve always
The faithful heart Rusty the redmuzzled collie had become as much a part of that weatherworn pier as