Essence of love

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

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

I WAS a nightmare in the early days of my marriage, I admit it. I’d met Johnny on a skiing holiday in Courchevel, where we’d both gone with groups of chums. Johnny was the most daring of us and the be

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’

THERE’S a nice new girl working at the Post Office,” I said casually, as I unpacked my shopping on to the kitchen table. “Oh?” my daughter Debra answered, without looking up from her book. “Yes,” I co

OF course, Edwina imagined seeing him everywhere. It was only natural in the circumstances, she supposed, but surely that was just wishful thinking? After all, it simply couldn’t really be Laurence. S