THERE YOU ARE, MY LOVE • by Michelle Ann King
I glance at my programme: ‘Clairvoyance with Sheila Blackburn’ runs for fifty minutes. Some workshops are included in the ticket price — I arrived early and did Crystal Healing to pass the time — but...
View ArticleOUT SHOPPING IN HYPERSPACE • by Michelle Ann King
Mia tracked her brother down to the garage, where he was sitting on the workbench and swinging his legs. She wasn’t surprised. The garage was hot and stuffy and smelled weird, but she found herself...
View ArticleNOT THE PIZZA GIRL • by Michelle Ann King
Lisa floored the van’s accelerator, thrashing the speed limit, weaving in and out of traffic on the A12 and even slipstreaming an ambulance from Gallows Corner to Gidea Park. It earned her more than a...
View ArticleDESTINY FELL IN LOVE • by Michelle Ann King
Destiny craved stillness, but it was the one thing she could never have. She had to move on. How could she not? She stayed in guest houses when there was money, and on friends’ sofas when there wasn’t....
View ArticleTHE KIND HEARTS OF CHILDREN AND THE SPIRIT OF THE SEASON • by Michelle Ann King
Elizabeth belonged to Trina’s grandfather. She was eighty-two years old, although Trina would never have guessed it to look at her; she looked old-fashioned, but not old. Trina played with Elizabeth...
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