Bring me home

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

THERE could be no doubt about it – Julie was a handful. Brought up by her grandparents when her wayward mother took off, Julie seemed to have spent her young life on a mission to prove that she was no

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’

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

MINNIE MACMILLAN sat at the kitchen table before her typewriter, pecking away at the keys. She was making a new copy of the short story she had been labouring on for the past week. Her method was to f

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