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Susie clutched her wrist. The makeshift sling was useless. Her eyes darted between the clock and the flashing sign showing the waiting tim...

“You won’t forget the biscuits for Santa, will you mum?” Janey said. John sniffed and curled his lips. He was beyond all that rubbish. His m...

by Mari Philips  lukewarm tea You could smell the place from the top of the lane as the odour of cats and boiled cabbage seeped i...

Mari Philips Bellini Miranda spotted the black wig on the pavement as she stepped out of her car outside the house.   She bent down ...