Emily Taylor

On the eve of New Year’s Eve, it’s especially easy to believe in miracles. Today I want to share a story

I packed my bag. I’ll stay at Mum’s. I’m sick of this circus,” James announced, without even glancing

**July 12th** Margaret had already rung everyone, she announced in a tone that suggested she’d just given

“The removal men will be here in half an hour,” my husband David blurted out, avoiding my eyes and fiddling

– “Come on, Rusty, let’s go then…” Dave muttered, adjusting the homemade lead made from an old rope.

My husband hasn’t worked for six months, sleeps until lunch, and thinks I should feed him. So I quit

**Diary Entry – 15th June** Michael Thompson put the phone down and stared at it for a few seconds, as

Victor found him by the roadside in October. The puppy sat on the edge of the highway, soaked and tiny

For two weeks Molly hisses and scratches, keeping her owner away from the old sofa. Valerie nearly decides

“I’ll call my dad,” said the girl at the front desk, pressing the phone to her chest as if