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FRANCE, October 1918. The chocolate bar in her apron pocket had been calling to her for hours before Priscilla Pickard was able to sneak out of the tent and have a moment’s peace. She wandered several

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

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

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

WHEN Jenny and Jake broke up, at first Barry and I were shocked. Jenny had met Jake during Freshers’ Week at university and they’d been together ever since. She’d brought him home to meet us that firs