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Noura was a good girl. One Friday, as she walked through the streets of the market, she was so busy texting on her phone that she fell over. Her phone skittered across the paving stones and came to rest next to an old lady sitting there. “Good morning!” said Noura feeling a little embarrassed. “Good …
Mrs. Rattigan who lived at 14 November Street was one of Ed the Postman’s favourites. He had tea with her on Fridays. Mrs. Rattigan was in her early eighties and lived alone in a classic, but ramshackle Victorian terraced house. What broke Ed’s heart was the garden which was completely overgrown. “I can’t do it …
A soldier of Caesar’s army died in battle leaving a widow. The widow had four sons who were forced to grow up around the Roman camp while she plied her trade. Fed up with their wild ways, she decided to knock some sense into them. “Each of you will go to the lupanar[1],” she said. …
Alfred and Molly were now very much in the camp of the ancients although they liked to think of themselves as young at heart. Although they were both frail ninetysomethings, they refused to let ill health or the occasional mishap deter them from enjoying life to the full. They were on the ball, alert and …
Paola could feel the tension churning within her as they drove through the village to Giovanni’s family home. The housekeeper was out to greet them and help Giovanni with Paola’s bags. “Come sta? How is she?” “She’s awake. She finished her lunch. Buonasera, Signorina.” Paola smiled back. The house was set well back from the …