Something in the sky

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’

YOU’RE not to touch a single thing in here,” the woman in the kitchen said. She had that look, the look of a servant who thinks herself a cut above the rest. She was all stain-free apron, all hands on

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

I JUST couldn’t get used to New York. I always felt as if it was closing in on me. That’s why I strode along the sidewalks at a pace, just as everyone else seemed to. It was as if there was no tomorro

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

FIONA, my writing pal, takes her laptop to her local coffee shop most days, plonks herself and her latte down at a corner table and gets to work. “How do you concentrate?” I’ve asked her many times. “