Emily Taylor

“Oi, Sarah, what’s takin’ ya so long?” Jay grumbled when she finally came dashing out the house.

**Mum for Annie** “Paul, come and eat,” said Nanny Tanya softly. “No,”

A droplet of water fell from the tap, landing perfectly in the centre of the dried-up scrambled eggs—tick

**June 12th** A drop of water fell from the tap, right onto the dried-up scrambled eggs in the pan—tick

Once upon a time, there was a farmer in the English countryside. A simple man, not wealthy—just an old

Margaret woke to the sound of crashing. Again. Something was being thrown, hitting the floor, shattering.

**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