Emily Taylor

Elaine! Elaine, where are you? Nigel’s voice strained from the living room. Get in here! Important news!

Today I stood before the mirror in my white dress, utterly bewildered by how things had unfolded.

Victor retreated yet drew nearer always. “Don’t you dare lecture me!” Margaret’s voice

Emily stood staring at herself in the mirror, the perfect white dress clinging to her frame, feeling

“Are you serious?” Vlad’s voice wavered, though not from surprise—more from the effort of

The grey light filtering through the kitchen window matched my mood perfectly. I stood there, chewing

Mary stood trembling in the lounge, fists clenched. “Don’t you dare lecture me!”

The woman I called Mother Margaret stood by the kitchen window, chewing dry toast and butter, gazing

Blimey, got this wild story! Morning rush near Oxford Street had its own beat – heels clicking on the

Matthew pulled the car up to the cemetery gates and took a deep breath. God, how many times had he planned