When sparks fly

Alan, don’t you think it’s time you got cleaned up? Grantham’s coming to tea.” Helen looked at her sixteen-year-old son’s filthy overalls and grease-streaked arms. “I wish you wouldn’t get quite so di

JENNA arrived at nine o’clock to open up the stall. Since Lily had been working on her dissertation until the early hours of the morning, she was having a lie-in and would arrive later. Jenna wasn’t l

HOLLY pedalled along the track, the winter sun low in the sky ahead. She had one more stop, a stand of yew that would provide the final greenery she needed. Humming “The Holly And The Ivy” under her b

WHAT do you mean, no Christmas lights?” Abigail Thornton stood in the town hall, arms crossed. The announcement had barely settled, but already the room was stirring with murmurs of discontent. Alan F

You can’t put that there. It’s not safe!” Emma picked up the heavy sack of colourfully wrapped presents she had just placed on the table and stretched her aching back. The gruff voice was coming from

THE fire in the great hall burned brightly to welcome Lady Dunstone’s guests to the event of the season, the Dunstone Manor Christmas Ball. The Manor was splendid this year. Snow glittered on the tree