**Diary Entry 12th October** The doorbell rang, sharp and unwelcome, announcing visitors. Margaret set aside her apron, wiped her hands, and answered. Her daughter stood on...
“No, Mum. You won’t be visiting us anymore. Not today, not tomorrow, and not next year either.”a story about patience finally running out. I spent ages...
“I’m sorry it’s come to this,” I muttered under my breath. “Richard, are you absolutely sure youve packed everything? Should I double-check?” I called out, pausing...
“No, Emily, dont count on me. You got marriednow rely on your husband, not me. I dont need strangers in my home,” Margaret snapped. Emilys throat...
**The Gaze of Green Eyes from the Past** James woke at dawn and thought: *Blimey, its been ages since I slept this welland where? In a...
Another Child I trudged back to my flat after work, stepping into those empty rooms again. The first thing I did was switch on the telly,...
Fate Favours the Grateful By the time he turned thirty, Stuart had spent ten years serving in conflict zones, survived two serious injuries, and somehow fate...
“You wanted him, you deal with him,” said Oliver, rubbing his tired eyes. “Mum, you had him for yourselves, not for me, so you look after...
A Fake for the Most Precious Person But Ill be the one making your rings, remember that! Max said it with such confidence and childlike earnestness...
A Home Without Welcome: When Mother Turned the House Into a Battlefield The flat where we were no longer welcome: How his mother made their home...