Magic at the market

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her

Angela was in a far-from-festive fix – but her luck changed after an encounter with someone special

V icky scanned her kitchen calendar. The number of shopping days left until Christmas was diminishing at speed. How was she going to fit it all in, she wondered, especially with work being so hectic?

MARIE peered out of the front room window, wondering if people would be on time. And not only that – what if nobody showed? She let the net curtain drop, listening to the kettle whistling in the kitch

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...

ISOBEL had known that living in her old childhood home would bring back memories. However, she never expected so many, or for them to be so vivid. Sometimes, in the last minutes before waking, she ima