The last apple

INGLEFIELD Publishing Group, Primrose Barry speaking, good morning.” Primrose heard the coins drop at the other end of the line. Someone calling from a telephone kiosk. “Primrose?” Hearing her sister’

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

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

IT was a day every bit as beautiful as autumn is supposed to be. The sky was blue and the air felt warm, holding a hint of distant woodsmoke. It was a perfect afternoon for a walk in the country, so w

Flora looks around, half expecting to see him working alongside the other men although he’s been gone some ten seasons now. She rolls her shoulders, stiff from bending to tie the sheaves. The air ripp

by Lucy Jane Wood (£20, HB, Pan Macmillan) Annie Wildwood works tirelessly to be the perfect witch. As well as running the Celestial Bakehouse, she goes above and beyond to please everyone around her,