Emily Taylor

**Thursday, 15th April – My Diary** The hospital room was bathed in a faint, golden glow from the small

Granny taught him a lesson he’d remember for the rest of his days. Our dear Granny had always been the

Happiness in the Palm of Her Hand Lorraine studied herself in the mirror—narrow face, a prominent nose

Lydia was a quiet, plain girl. Even her mother admitted that nature hadn’t been kind—her thin hair, strong

**Happiness in the Palm of My Hand** Emily studied her reflection in the mirror—her long face, sharp

Amelia pulled up outside her mother-in-law’s house and checked her watch. Half an hour early—bloody typical. “

One evening, Emily Whitmore placed the last marked exercise book on top of the stack at the edge of her desk.

The Fault of English Air Lydia was a plain and unassuming girl. Even her mother admitted that nature

Emily Whitmore placed the last marked exercise book on top of the pile at the edge of her desk.

The Seaside Town Evening settled over the small coastal town. The autumn chill hadn’t quite arrived yet