Emily Taylor

Lizzie, would you pop round to the shop for a loaf? her mother murmurs, her glassy eyes almost unable

Forgive me, son. This is the story of a less-than-perfect family, as people tend to say around here.

A Copy of a Wife Are you sure you wont feel awkward? Sarah asked, standing at the doorway with a bag

Valerie is hurrying to work this morning when she suddenly realises shes left her phone at home.

Anna stood on the doorstep, the world around her fading into silence. The winter wind biting at her cheeks

I Wont Give Up His Flat What exactly brings you here? Eileen was guarding the doorway as though she wasnt

Did you remember the bread? He looked at me as if Id spoken in a foreign tongue. Not confused, exactly.

The child was born at the stroke of midnight. Just as the digital clocks in the delivery suite flickered

The Unfinished Book “Right, Jenny, I’m off! No need to see me out. Ill be late tonight!

She laughed at his poverty, until she learned who he truly was! We so often judge others by their suits