Emily Taylor

Emily lay on the ward bed, knees drawn up, and snapped, I dont want him. Im rejecting him. All I want

It was on the day Lily, the village postmistress, was to be wed. Oh, what a wedding not a wedding at

Mrs. Wilson, who lived next door to Granny Margaret, stopped stopping by her cottage. She began to spread

My husband and his lover changed the locks while I was at work, but they had no idea what was coming for them.

After saying that, do I still have to sit here, pretend everythings fine and smile? No, celebrate without me!

Close my refrigerator and get out, the daughterinlaw finally says, exhausted by her motherinlaws endless

Crossyourfingers, and my son will toss you out the door! shouted the motherinlaw. Honestly, I dont care

Dont even think about staying on my cottage all summer, my brother announced, as if it were a polite

The air in the garden seemed to have stopped ticking. It hung heavy, as if it carried not only the scent

My son told me hed given me a cottage in the countryside, but when we arrived I felt the ground slipping