There in front of me on the path is an icy slice of green glass, glittering. Coming towards me is a family: mum, dad, a little girl on a pink bicycle...
The sunlight on the garden bounced off the heads of daisies, uncut in the long grass. The lawn sloped upwards towards a thick, thorny hedge, part of...
A couple of years ago I went to visit a friend. She's not my friend any more, of course, but I couldn't have predicted that then. Dianne worked in a...