“Father, please… dont come to the school today, all right?” “Why, Emmeline? Dont you want me to see you receive your prize?” “No, Father. My classmates...
Emma stepped back into her own home from the maternity wardand there, in the kitchen, stood a second fridge. “That one’s mine and Mum’s. Keep your...
On her way to the shop, Emily suddenly recognised the mother of her first true love in the elderly woman walking toward her. To her surprise,...
After descending the slope leading to the water, Michael assessed the cats chances of survival. The steady flow of the river, wedged between steep cliffs, exuded...
“Excuse me… where am I?” the woman murmured, staring blankly out the car window as though lost in a daze. “Mrs. Whitmore, weve arrived. This is...
“Excuse me… where am I?” the woman asked softly, peering out the car window as if the world outside made no sense. “Mrs. Winthrop, weve arrived....
“Has he still not called, Mum?” asked Andrew, gazing at the woman hunched over the table with bare, pleading eyes. “No, my dear heart… Your father...
**Diary Entry 23rd December, 1985** *”Has he still not called, Mum?” asked Andrew, staring at the woman sitting at the table with helpless eyes.* *”No, my...
One day, my dads new wife showed up with a big box of sweets and two little poodles wagging their tails excitedly. My sister and I...
**Diary Entry 15th May, 2024** Every day, I walk to my grandsons school. Im not a teacher or staffjust a grandfather with a walking stick and...
Morning started just the way it always did. Andrew Sinclair woke up a minute before his alarm, like hed been...
Old letters When the postman finally stopped hoisting parcels up the stairs and began leaving newspapers and envelopes in the...
I still recall how James turned his back on a seaside holiday, all for the sake of saving a few...
Step back! he roared. I never vowed to marry you! And I dont even know whose baby this is. Maybe...
Emily was being way too clingy about helping around the house, so I gave her a gentle shove toward the...
Margaret, must I keep calling you Mrs. Whitaker? I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. Explain...
26October2025 I can hardly believe Im writing this, but I need to get it out of my head before the...
I stopped ironing Jamess shirts the day he dismissed my work as just sitting at home. Come on, Emily, what...
James said he was off on a work trip, but I found his car parked outside my best friends flat....
The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slid me into the worst table with a sardonic smile. Know your place, she sneered....