Emily Taylor

You really think a child makes you one of us? Those were Margaret Whitmores first words to me that drizzling

As I sit down to write in my diary tonight, I reflect on how for years I moved like a silent shadow between

The Man Who Asked One Question Too Quietly The receptionist didnt reply straight away. Not because she

Who are you? Mary Foster asked, stepping out onto the thatched porch with her brother Nicholas, their

They Poured Soup on a Pregnant WomanThen Learned She Owned the Hotel Charlotte sensed the soup coming

Not family, you are, my motherinlaw snapped, shoving the meat back into the stew pot. Eleanor froze by

The people drifted past me: some hurrying, some shuffling, yet almost none halted at all. I no longer

Sarah clasped her twoyearold daughter, Poppy, by the small hand as they stepped over the threshold of

Emma returns home after a tough day. She opens the apartment door and slowly, almost mechanically, removes

The day we lay my husband to rest, a gentle rain falls. The little black umbrella I clutch cannot shield