Emily Taylor

Early November brought a sudden chill. A fine, stinging drizzle fell from the sky, the wind snatching

**Ten Years Wasted** “Bloody hell, Amelia!” shouted Emily, snatching the cold coffee cup

**The Door Will Not Open Again** “Mum, open the door! Mum, please!” Her son’s fists pounded

**Ten Years Wasted** *Diary Entry* “Bloody hell, Valerie!” shouted Emily, snatching the mug

The Uninvited Party Margaret Whitmore adjusted her third outfit of the evening before the mirror when

*A Bouquet of Daisies in November* Emily tightened her dressing gown and stepped to the window.

The Uninvited Party Margaret Whitmore adjusted her third outfit of the evening in front of the mirror

– Lydia Whitmore, how could you let this happen? – the neighbour, Margaret Holloway, shrieked in the

The guests had left, but the resentment lingered. “Mum, how can you say such things?”

“Thank You, Mum, for the Gift” Eleanor stepped outside, pausing as the crisp winter air met her face.