In the garden, there were three flamingos. Not real flamingos, but real emblems, real gateways to a time when life was impossibly good. They were mascots, symbols of hope.
Something for a boy to confide in. They spoke of then and now, time being quick and slow. They spoke of love, welcome, sadness and waste.

First, there were the flamingos. And then there were two families. Sherry and Leslie and their daughters, Rae and Pauline - and Eve and her son Daniel.

Sherry loves her husband, Leslie. She also loves Eve. It couldn't have been a happier summer. But then Eve left and everything went grey. Now Daniel is all grown-up and broken. And when he turns up at Sherry's door, it's as if they've all come home again.

But there's still one missing. Where is Eve? And what, exactly, is her story?

Heartbreaking, tender and funny, FLAMINGO is a rich, sometimes threadbare, tapestry of lives being interrupted, put on hold, and gently, carefully, beginning to move once more.