It was a weekly dose of short stories that fill the heart and mend the soul.
| Story Name |
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# Episodes |
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Author |
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Published |
| A Simple Tale |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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May 2002 |
| Jill leaned back in the rattan chair and outstretched her long pale legs. She had been coming to Borges in The Dordogne area of France since she was a tiny girl...to the same gite even. |
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| A Waste Of Time |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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May 2002 |
| Annie had to look twice. My God it looked just like him; but it couldn't be...Tony lived fifty miles away and had always done so. She realized that she had been staring blankly for a while and busied herself by packing her purchases in the car. |
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| Coming Home |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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June 2002 |
| The furniture is still the same...no, wait; they have got a new coffee table. Well, the old one had really seen better days. There are the photos on the main wall. One of me, the eldest girl, then one of my twin brothers...must be a recent photo, they have really changed since I last saw them five years ago. |
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| Fifty...Not Out! |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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July 2002 |
| Jan looked in the mirror. Nothing particular struck her. The face was the same as the one that had looked back at her yesterday when she was a mere girl of forty-nine. Today she had reached the big 5 0...so what? |
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| Friend Or Foe |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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July 2002 |
| As usual, the staff of Willis & Sons was seated in the pub. They were a busy firm of estate agents and looked forward to their daily drink. |
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| Good Riddance! |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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September 2002 |
| The eighteen-year-old girl needs you like a hole in the head; the fourteen -year old twin boys need only each other...and girls of course. The six year old boy...the apple of your eye, has a best friend who has the coolest mum in the world...she has her nose pierced and your husband needs you for meals, shirts and his conjugal rights...now and again! |
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| Hengledsbury Hall |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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July 2002 |
| It was a very imposing mansion and stood in beautiful grounds. Sadly, the place had stood almost derelict for the past seven years since the impromptu death of Maisie, the only daughter of Samuel and Teresa Hengledsbury. |
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| Life Is For Living |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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May 2002 |
| Should she wear the red dress or the black...the boots or the high-heels. Life was full of such complications, but surely it was worth it for Paul Saunders. |
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| Love Thy Neighbour |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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May 2002 |
| Old Vic Smythe, her long departed husband, had run off with a real harridan. She, however, was a saint compared to Edna. Evil Edna, as she was known, could have had so much out of life. Instead, hatred and wickedness poured freely out of her every pore, and she was despised by so many. |
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| Men! |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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June 2002 |
| Matt had presented her with a beautiful bouquet of spring flowers for her birthday. Dan had made her a trivet for hot pans. Sheila kissed Matt and thanked him, but she put her arms around Dan and sung his praises. He wasn't really the sort who was good at making things, and the mere fact that he had spent time on this thrilled her. Of course...in Matt's eyes, this was favoritism. |
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| Mothers and Sons |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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July 2002 |
| Sara always gave the same reply. She was happy in her work as a sales executive and happy enough in her social life. Maybe other twenty-two-year- olds wanted nightclubs and parties...and occasionally that was fine, but she craved the more sedate life. |
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| Rowland's Park |
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8 |
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Sally Gray |
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May 2002 |
| This serial takes us inside the lives of the residents of Rowland's Park, a small community which, like all small communities, has its many small secrets to hide. |
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| So Lonely |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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August 2002 |
| She had grown to hate coming in to work. The atmosphere was absolutely dead, and she had nobody to talk to. It was bad enough at home. Her husband Charlie didn't bother to talk to her anymore and her son just spent his life clubbing. |
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| The Autumn Leaves |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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September 2002 |
| Although the sky was a deep blue, the air was growing distinctly autumnal. From her vantage point, Anna watched the fair-haired man and the two little children. She had watched them for most of the week that she had been there and knew that the little girl was 10 and called Ellie. The boy was five and the man, their dad, referred to him as Mikey. He seemed a lovely dad and took great pains in building huge sandcastles and placing brightly colored paper flags at the top of each one. |
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| The Big Leap |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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May 2002 |
| Laying serenely on the crisp little metal bed, the starched white sheets bore a startling resemblance to her pale, still face. |
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| The Camcorder Never Lies |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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July 2002 |
| Jade sat there willing the phone to ring. He always phoned at eleven, and it was nearly half past. She jumped, as the clock struck the half hour—was it worth all this agony? |
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| The Face At The Window |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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June 2002 |
| Camilla, or Cam as she liked to be known as, quite enjoyed this time of day. By now she had completed the daily chores and was at the stage of actually missing the terrible twins, her eight-year-old sons Joe and Max. |
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| The Pottery Class |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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April 2003 |
| Joe had come back from football practice and trodden damp mud right through the hall carpet. Lisa was doing what all thirteen-year-old girls do best...speaking on the telephone! Martin had just phoned from the office and informed her that he wouldn't be back home until late...he'd had such a busy day!!! |
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| They Should Be Seen And Not Heard |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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July 2002 |
| The feuding between her and a couple of the other girls was reaching a crescendo and Mrs. Martin was just about sick of it. |
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| This Old House |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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May 2002 |
| At the age of twenty-two, she had inherited a house from her grandmother Clara. Not any run of the mill house though, this was truly a wondrous abode. |
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| Time Out |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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May 2003 |
| Meg sighed a sigh of utter peace and contentment. Never, ever had she gone away anywhere by herself. Since marrying Steve ten years ago she had experienced some wonderful holidays...but always with him and latterly, their five year old twin girls. |
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| Time To Go |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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May 2002 |
| When you had only been married for less than a year, you yearned for the weekend, especially when it was a raw November evening, and it was only the thought of cuddling up to Alex her husband in front of a video and the blazing fire. |
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| Tinker Tailor... |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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July 2002 |
| Each day at the bus stop Gina stood near him. They had only got as far as the saying hello stage and he probably greeted everyone in the same friendly manner. |
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| To Die For |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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May 2002 |
| Imogen was vain. She was the vainest woman that one would ever have the misfortune to happen across. |
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| Too Good To Be True |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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June 2002 |
| Andy and Jo were the perfect couple. They had a nice house, new car and now...a new baby. Jo was in the nice situation of not having to return to work. Andy's job was extremely well paid, and she could be a full-time mother to baby Michele. Motherhood was as great as Jo had imagined it to be. Michele slept like a dream, and at five months old she was becoming a real joy...and a beauty. |
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| Two Sides Of The Same Coin |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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May 2002 |
| She sat down opposite the other woman and lit up a cigarette. A cup of good strong coffee, a cigarette...now the serious discussion could begin. Flicking her unruly hair away from her eyes, she faced the other woman, her eyes narrowing as she started the accusations. |
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| When Life Stands Still |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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March 2003 |
| Grace sat at the dressing table gazing at her reflection. It always seemed funny to her...looking at oneself, sometimes it was like looking at a stranger. She looked tired tonight, a little lined around the eyes. The only thing that remained constant was her hair. The shiny thick crown that haloed her head...her crowning glory, her father had always called it. |
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| Women Trouble |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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May 2002 |
| What a hellish morning he had endured so far and it was only early yet...he felt like he had run the marathon. |
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| You Have Mail |
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1 |
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Sally Gray |
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June 2002 |
| A break up of a relationship is almost never easy. Even as in Fran's case. Her husband of eight years and herself had made a clean and amicable split from each other. No children were involved and they seemed to stay reasonable friends...what could be better? |
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