Emily Taylor

Every evening at the same hour, a lad would pass by an upscale restaurant in London. He never requested anything.

**Diary Entry** Sarah arrived at her old friend Emma’s birthday party. They’d been close since university

Lucy walked through the unfamiliar streets of Manchester, clutching a small piece of paper like it was

**Diary Entry – 12th March** I’ve been headmaster at St. Catherine’s Primary for nearly twenty years

**A Diary Entry: The Suitcase with a Broken Handle** “Tom, don’t come over anymore. Alright?”

So, every evening at the same time, this young lad would walk past a posh restaurant in London.

Two Fates Emily walked the streets of a foreign city. The young woman was desperate, clutching a small

**Diary Entry** *Oliver, don’t come over again. Alright?* I said it calmly, though my chest tightened

Eat My Pain Alice least enjoys working with children. It’s difficult, tedious, and risky. A child’s realm

On my 47th birthday, I laid the table for three—one seat painfully vacant. Two years without a word from