It is said that a "man's best friend is a dog." However, it can also be said that a "woman's best friend is another woman," and before the day was over, Penny would find how true this motto could be. This experience for Penny began the day she went over to her new neighbour's home next door, a basket of goodies she had bought in her hand as a greeting to th...
There it was in my inbox, the summons: "You are to join me in the States for two weeks. Make your excuses to your friends and family. Be convincing. A friend from school is ill, something like that. Be creative. "When you get to the departure lounge at the airport, go into the Ladies Room. Change into what's in your carry-on. You can wear a coat and heels....
Mid-morning on a warm, sunny Saturday. Anna stood at her kitchen sink, dabbing washing-up liquid on a chocolate stain on one of her daughters' blouses. A metallic rattle and scraping made her look up and out of the open window in front of her. Through the wrought-iron gates of the adjacent house she saw her neighbour unfolding and positioning a sun lounger o...
I'd noticed her a few weeks ago when she moved in next door. She looked about my age, early 30s, a little taller and slimmer than me, and blonde. I later learned her name was Lauren after I took a delivery in for her while she was out. It was our only conversation at this point. She seemed nice. It's nice to feel sexy isn't it? I live on my own and work at...
Ever since the night of the row, the night that her husband Rob had walked out on her, everything in Helen's life had been in turmoil. On a purely practical side Rob had hired a crooked lawyer who had helped him to declare himself bankrupt leaving her with nothing. Behind her back he had re-mortgaged the house so that when they had had to sell it there had b...
Jenny woke rested and feeling good, for a few minutes she just lay in bed the music from last night still running through her head. She reached out her hand to the cold empty space where Pat used to lie. Sadness filled her heart and she could feel the sharp sting of tears in her eyes. Lying in bed Jenny bawled her eyed out, the mournful cry of the albatros...
"Everyone starts with one hundred IQ points," I said, handing the bag to Fiona. "Only a hundred?" She examined one of the polished copper pennies. "I'm one-fifty at least." "It's symbolic," I explained. "One hundred or more and you're your normal self. Zero or less and you're a total bimbo. It's not just intelligence, either. It's also focus and inhibition...
It was Saturday morning, my husband had gone for his usual game of golf, which gave me most of Saturday to myself, that I loved, I could clean the apartment or leave it, go shopping or not, rest and catch up with friends; the day was my very own quality time. It was 9:00am, when I heard noises from the apartment next door, it had been empty for 2 months now...
It had been a very messy divorce and it came to me with quite a shock. I walked into the kitchen after a shopping trip one day and saw two sheet of computer printing paper on the counter. One was headed ‘Yours’ and the other ‘Mine’ in dark black letters. On the two sheets was a division straight down the middle of all our possession from a 15-year marriage....
Eve peered into the dank basement classroom in which she would be spending the bulk of her weekend. Despite the fact that she was early, there were already quite a few people. Engrossed in their phones, nobody looked up as she walked in. The desks were arranged in a semi-circle, discussion style. Being fairly timid, she prayed there wouldn't be any discussio...