Luck is what you make it

TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape

ELEANOR awoke with a start from a dream. Then she realised gradually, and with immense relief, that it was only a dream. It was one of the same sort that had been disturbing her sleep for some time. T

HELLO!” A young woman with red curly hair bounded up as Millicent and Barbara headed to the church, laden with fruit, flowers and foliage. Observing her brightly coloured sweater, hand-knitted chunky

CLARE reached the station, gasping and with sweat pooling at the base of her spine, with two minutes to spare. It took her a moment to realise no-one else waiting for the train, and a shiver of worry

Thanks for coming in today, Bea,” said Jason, the commissioning editor at Bluestone Press, where Bea was interviewing for yet another assistant job. “We’ll be in touch.” “Okay, great,” replied Bea, fo

SO you’ll be all right, Meg?” I smile at my sister-in-law and summon confidence I don’t have. “Of course. We’ll be fine, won’t we?” My lovely nieces nod and come and stand at my side. “And any problem