The house of hopes and dreams

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’

ELLEN was expecting someone else entirely when Hugh walked into the Black Horse. She dropped the cloth she’d been using to polish the bar and flashed her best welcoming smile. “Hi Ellen,” Hugh greeted

YOU shouldn’t be here, I’m afraid. It’s private property,” Rosamund said distractedly, hearing footsteps behind her and barely glancing at the man approaching the house. She’d only arrived at Riverdal

HELLO!” A young woman with red curly hair bounded up as Millicent and Barbara headed to the church, laden with fruit, flowers and foliage. Observing her brightly coloured sweater, hand-knitted chunky

Ben hunched over in the cab of the lorry, eyes cast down, earphones firmly in place. He tugged his hoodie further over his face and ramped up his music, trying to drown out his stepdad, along with the

THE train was slowing. Augustine Brown looked again at the letter in her hand. Exciting news! her sister Cordelia had written. “An unexpected guest at the hotel: Maria Mironova. Exciting news indeed.