Author: Emily Taylor
Miss, as soon as that old chap finishes slurping up his cheap soup, please clear his table for me.
Sunday, 3rd September Today, something extraordinary happened, the kind of day that gently unsettles
The old man struggled upright, his bones creaking like crumbling timber, and, clutching the wallpaper
Good afternoon, Im your husbands mistress. I set aside the mock-up of the magazine I had been leafing
LIFE, LIKE THE MOON: SOMETIMES FULL, SOMETIMES WANING I used to think that our marriage was as unshakable
After Im gone, youll have to move out. Ill leave the flat to my son… Sorry, Helen, but after I
The Choice So, turns out Freddies well and truly married sighed Sarah, squeezed onto a park bench and
March 14th Today was the day Id been waiting formy return home after another long rotation up north.
I’m 47 now, mate. For the past 15 years, I worked as a personal driver for a senior director at
I found myself five years deep in this relationshipa strange stretch of time, as if years were rivers









