Author: Mria McNillan

“Back again to torment me, are you? Look at this, thinks hes some posh lord! Demands his fifty

**Diary Entry** Rita is packing her things and leaving you. “Where to?” you ask. “

In the quiet years that have passed, I still recall the day my dignity was saved at the altar by the

The little girl begged a biker to help feed her starving brother. Barefoot, she approached my motorcycle

**Childhood Love** “Mum, can I wear the blue shirt to nursery tomorrow?” “

What a fine sense of fairness you have, Helen! So, our children roasted in the garden last summer, we

Oh, my dears, what a day that turned out to be Grey and weepy, as if the sky itself knew something dreadful

You must not know much about children these days! Hello, Margaret! I see youre busy in the gardenthought

He found it around the corner of a terraced house. Just darting between piles of rubbish, searching for scraps.

“Dont forget, youve lived in my flat your whole life.” “Oh, here we go again.