Author: Emily Taylor
The Girl Who Sold Grannys Preserves and the Unexpected VisitorDawn broke over the quiet English countryside
In a dreamlike haze, a girl named Eleanor shuffled through the halls of St. Hildas Childrens Home, her
Every afternoon, after leaving secondary school, Thomas walked along the cobbled streets with his backpack
On a chilly Tuesday afternoon in the winter of 2011, the town was shrouded in grey clouds, the cold biting
The salty wind tugged at Emilys hair as she squinted against the sun, dabbing her brush against the canvas.
In the heart of the Yorkshire countryside, between rolling fields of barley and pastures, stood the old
At 65, I realised the scariest thing wasnt being aloneit was begging your own children for a phone call
The golden light filtering through the sheer curtains settled softly on the silver-framed photographa
My husband and daughter always ignored me, so I left quietly. Then they started to panic…
The drizzle fell softly as people hurried past, umbrellas raised, eyes downcastbut no one noticed the







