Emily Taylor

The ache of memory, the impossibility of forgetting April had been warm, but at the start of May, the

**Time to Fix a Mistake** Verity didn’t want to tell her mum a thing about what had happened at the lake.

**Diary Entry – June 5th** *”You can’t do anything to me. It’s not my fault,”

The pain of remembering, the inability to forget. April had blessed them with warm weather, but early

Two Nights and a Day Edith kept glancing at the clock. Time crawled like a snail, sluggish and thick.

**When Things Aren’t What They Seem** The bus rattled along the rainy streets of London as Emily leaned

**Diary Entry** “Olly, this isn’t necessary. I’m married and I love my wife,” he recited the well-worn line.

“Hello, are you listening? I just want to open your eyes…” Tabitha sat at the kitchen table

Two Nights and One Day Emily kept glancing at her watch. Time crawled like a snail, slow and sticky.

A Walk Through the Clouds A fine drizzle fell from the grey sky. Daniel tilted his face up, and his skin