Emily Taylor

June 12, 2025 The day began with Margaret Hughess voice booming from the kitchen: Let your wife stay

28October2025 My notebook, a rainspattered bench outside the little pastry shop on Abbey Road, Manchester.

Dear Diary, Im Andrew, twentyfour when I tied the knot, and Emily was twentytwo. Shes the only child

Emma had been a lover for years, never quite catching the marriage train. She lingered in the single

A grey evening settles over the streets of London, blurring the outlines of the terraced houses and filling

My daughterinlaw asked me to collect my grandson from kindergarten: what the teacher said made my legs give way.

Grandma, you should be transferred to another department, the young staff chuckled as they saw the new

13May I got home later than Id ever thought I would. I turned the key, slipped inside and let the door

My name is Poppy Clarke. When I first met her, I was twentytwo, a weight as heavy as stone pressing on

Another envelope for them, and all we get is a jar of pickles? I think, eyeing the kitchen table at my