The artist’s dream

FRANCE, October 1918. The chocolate bar in her apron pocket had been calling to her for hours before Priscilla Pickard was able to sneak out of the tent and have a moment’s peace. She wandered several

Life drew them together – but things got off to a sketchy start

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

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

AS the bell jangled, Kit had a feeling it would be his mystery blonde. She was slight, her summer tan fading, with hair that in a certain light appeared almost greenish like, he supposed, unripened wh

Keith screamed as he leapt out of the way. The wild-looking animal glared at him, gave a loud grunt and bared its sharp teeth. That was more than enough for Keith. Any ideas of bravery or overcoming h