I have my Jane Austen loving friend Louise to thank for inspiring this Christmas short. I always wanted to write it, but it was stuck in the back of my mind hidden behind too many other storylines. I received an email from her a while back and something she said worked like a magic key and unlock...
He has been my best friend for as far back as my memory goes although sometimes I struggle to remember the reasons why. “Hey, big guy.” He pauses his studious digging in the jam jar to greet me. “How was last night?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I grimace in response. &nbs...
It’s New Year's Day and for the first time in my adult life I do not have a hangover. I awoke to a text from Ben sent bang on midnight. Ben: Happy New Year, Lilah. XX Me: Happy New Year, Ben. XX There was a brief moment where I considered embarking ...
Sadly I am going to have to. I can’t be late for publication. Again. "Tristan, sorry, I can't do that." "Zoooeeey," he whines some more, snickering a little. He knows he is laying it on thick. "Come on, it's been ages since I asked you for a favour." "Mm, ages," I reply with a zing of tartness in...