Author: Emily Taylor
In the secluded mist of 1943, in a modest English village, Abigail Thompson wore her widows black with
A Mothers Love Emma, its Judith Spencer. Have you fed David today? The voice on the phone sounded as
When I grow up, Ill be a fairy! Emily, why a fairy? Because thats what I want! Emily hopped off her mothers
So, you wont believe what happened for my birthday recentlyit was supposed to be an evening of pure triumph, you know?
It all started like any other hazy, sun-soaked English daydream of summer holiday planning.
She woke up at six in the morning and made celery smoothies. Im 53, lived with a 35-year-old for three
A Good Woman What would we do without her? And you only give her two thousand pounds a month.
Betrayal in a Cosy Cardigan This winter had clearly been taking some creative writing classes;
Betrayal in a Cosy Cardigan This winter had clearly been taking some creative writing classes;
In the school register for March of ninety-three, next to my surname it read: paid. The initials werent








