Emily Taylor

New Year’s Eve began with a lull, appearing to stretch endlessly, until the stranger chose their table.

Im a wornout single mum, scrubbing floors for a living. On my way home one bitter winter morning I heard

Money for the Past Anna steps out of the university after her last lecture. The day has been busylectures

The Son Who Turned His Mother In Margaret Wilkinson, aged 68, stood by her half-open bedroom door holding

The Smell of Old Peoples Home Do you know what you smell of? An old peoples home. Camphor and age.

Have a chat with me, Muffin “Dont be afraid, Muffin. Its alright. Theyll shout a bit more and then

Lydia George Williams looked critically at his trousers and shirt, irritation flickering across his face

Brownie Daniel, was that you tidying up the garden? Margaret touched her son gently on the shoulder.

Life After Divorce Lauren, why are you being so stubborn? Deborahs tone was that special blend of patience

Diary Entry Well, honestly, Oliver, youre a real piece of work! I would never have expected this from you!