A visit to Mrs Malloy’s Magical Cake Shop had always been a fond childhood memory for Marie. Upset by bullying at school then a trip to Mrs Malloy’s would cheer you up. Suffering with a grazed knee? No problem, a cake from Mrs Malloy’s would make you feel instantly better.Continue reading
Edward left the office and headed towards the shopping mall. His lunchtime habit a ritual of sorts, of worship and devotion.
Being midweek, the department store was quieter, but his heart quickened with the usual excited anticipation. The lighting and ambiance teasing him, flirting with him.Continue reading
She’d left before they had even finished the starters, her half-eaten dolma still sitting there in front of him, taunting him, another metaphor of their failed marriage. Half consumed and ready for the bin.
It had meant to be a clear-the-air lunch, after the trial separation.Continue reading