Emily Taylor

A Spotless Hob Florence, come here. There was no please. No when youre done. Just come here, as if she

Enough of Being Convenient So, its settled then, Mary! chirped Aunt Maureen, dabbing her lips with a napkin.

No Longer a Wife Graham? Graham. Have you checked your blood pressure today? Taken your pill?

No Joy Without Struggle How could you get yourself into such a mess, silly girl? Whos going to want you

He Was Ten Years Too Late Hed done everything rightor so he liked to believe as he trudged up the stairs

– Ruth, I need to tell you something. Ruth Middleton was standing by the hob, stirring a pot of stew.

Twenty-Six Years On That evening, the stew turned out particularly well. Helen lifted the lid from the

The Angel Who Weighed Sixteen Stone and Smelled of Cheap Coffee In the playroom on the childrens oncology

The Ring That Arrived Too Late Youve come for nothing, Nick. Theres no space for you anymore.

A Ring on Anothers Hand I remember that autumn; it lingers in my mind like the scent of rain on old brick.