A story for any woman who has agonised over what to wear to a Christmas party! http://angeladyson.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/Audio-A-Christmas-Invitation.mp4 If you would like to read rather than listen, you can find my story here.Read more
A story for any woman who has agonised over what to wear to a Christmas party! http://angeladyson.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/Audio-A-Christmas-Invitation.mp4 If you would like to read rather than listen, you can find my story here.Read more
We hadn’t bothered with a guide book. The best way to experience a city, we had agreed, was to allow ourselves to get lost in it. And so, in leafy squares, across ancient bridges, down narrow lanes veiled in shadow, we had strolled hand in hand, exploring, discovering, drinking in the atmosphere of the presentRead more
Donna looked at the discarded items of clothing strewn about her bedroom and could feel the flickers of anxiety that she had been trying to tamp down for the last hour, now flare in to full-blown distress. She sat down heavily on the bed. That was it, then. She’d have to phone and cancel. She’dRead more
Jane Longman felt tired. Tired and a little low. There was so much to do before Christmas and yet somehow this year her spirits just didn’t feel up to it. She knew that it would be sensible to take some short cuts, had even read only last week in a magazine “The Cheat’s Guide toRead more
Climbing gingerly out of bed to avoid waking Mark, Stacey pulled on her dressing gown and stumbled downstairs to the kitchen. She filled the kettle and looked down at the turkey tray soaking in cold greasy water. Feeling relieved that she had remembered to load the dishwasher and so at least all the plates, glassesRead more
As I waited for you to say what you had come to say, my heart beat so hard that it hurt. If I’d ever tried to picture a heart breaking I think I would have imagined a sudden and a loud shattering crack. A splintering. Shards of glass, shards of ice ricocheting, damaging. But IRead more
Date: Valentine’s Day. Time: 8.15pm. Event: A Singles Night Location: A pub
Around the middle of January I feel a prickling flutter of disquiet.