A world of my own

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

I MET Josh on the green table. He had bright red hair and a freckly nose and he spent most of the day flicking bits of paper at me. From time to time, I’d put up my hand to complain, but mostly I igno

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

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 look great, Lizzie, but you’d better not let Dad see you dressed like that.” My big sister, who was modelling a pair of knee-length white boots and a black mini skirt that looked as though it was