Emily Taylor

William pushed open the window and climbed onto the sill. The black tarmac below seemed to whisper and

Lucy and her mum lived just the two of them. Of course, Lucy had a father, but he wasn’t interested in

**Diary Entry** The bus jolted over potholes, the driver cursing as he swerved around waterlogged craters

The bus jolted over potholes, its driver cursing as he swerved around waterlogged craters, even veering

**Diary Entry** “Do you know how he looks at you? With love and admiration,” my daughter

**A Second Chance** “Janet, you heading home?” Her colleague Lucy tapped impatiently on the

**Second Chance** “Janet, are you heading home?” Her friend Charlotte drummed her manicured

**Diary Entry – 15th June** *”You know how he looks at you? With love and admiration,”

**The Puppy** Lily and her mum lived alone. Her father? Well, he existed, but he didn’t matter.

“Left your daughter with me?”—The awful thought made Val’s blood run cold. “