The divorce proceedings are finally over. The spoils of marriage equally divided. Now it’s just me they’re fighting over Dad wants me with him, telling
Fighting the urge to scream back I turned the handle to the crank again with as much vigour as my tired muscles could muster. The
She frantically switched off her phone. It was too late. The words had scrambled from the screen and were now firmly lodged in her head.
“Now Goldilocks, the truth, or we charge you.” “OK, I admit it was me who ate the porridge and I broke the chair, but that
“Can he hear me, doctor?” “I’m afraid not Mrs Smith.” “So he doesn’t know I’m about to switch off his life support machine?” “No, but
Mr Hyde, I feel it is incumbent upon me to inform you that I have finally found somewhere to stay. It is a simple abode,