Emily Taylor

**Sand Through the Fingers** The silence in the house was thick as treacle, broken only by the crackling

“I just dont understand you, loveyoure a woman, after all. Whats the poor girl done wrong?

**Diary Entry** Half my life, Ive lived alone. Well, not entirelyI was married once, but my husband walked

“It seems youve forgotten this flat is minebought before the wedding!” I said sharply when

“Get out of here, you filthy old man!” they shouted as they shoved him out of the hotel.

When Emily stepped into the flat, she spotted her mother-in-laws shoes right in the middle of the hallway.

Grandma awoke in an unfamiliar rooma sterile, hospital-like space. The last thing she remembered was

“You can think what you like about me, but youll never prove a thing,” hissed the mother-in-law

**The Last Chance** Emily lay curled up on the sofa, clutching her stomach. Everything ached, throbbed

Long ago, in a small town in Yorkshire, there lived a woman named Margaret Whitmore. One morning, she