Break out the pointer sisters

At Halloween, Head Witch Joyce Emigh leads her coven in an annual broomstick dance, where warlocks can watch but never join in… You go, girls!

TOM! What are you doing here?” I stopped gazing at the empty space in the centre of the table, to throw myself into my fiancé’s arms. “You’re not supposed to be here until tonight,” I told him. “I dec

JIM TEMPLEMAN smiled at Primrose across the table. “I’m sorry the way things worked out at lunch yesterday. “That agent of mine could talk your ear off but I guess he didn’t think to involve you in th

THIS is so good of you, Primrose,” Janet said for the umpteenth time as they sat opposite each other on the Tube train. “If you say that again . . . What are friends for?” Primrose said, nudging her f

Lees, Holroyd, Wolstenholme and Pritchard; you might think it sounds like a legal firm in, say, Oldham, Lancashire. And you’d be right about the Oldham part. John Lees (guitar), Les Holroyd (bass), St

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her