Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry: A Farmer’s Tale** I knew a farmer once—just an ordinary bloke, not wealthy by any means.

TWO LATTES. “Good evening, Margaret Elizabeth! The usual two lattes?” I asked with a smile

Every time my husband went off on a business trip, my father-in-law would ask me into his room for a “

TWO LATTES. “Good evening, Margaret Elizabeth! The usual—two lattes?” I asked with a smile

Emma had had enough. She didn’t understand why James had changed—had he fallen out of love?

**The Angel** A tiny hand reaches through the chain-link fence, stretching toward the ripe strawberries.

The Night I Gave Up My Prom Gown to Help a Stranded Man—And Fate Rewrote My Story The school formal.

Emma had finally had enough. She couldn’t figure out why James had become so distant—had he fallen out of love?

UNEXPECTED JOY No one in the faculty at the university knew—nor would they have believed—that Professor

A small, grubby hand reaches through the wire fence, grasping for ripe strawberries. I pretend not to