Emily Taylor

“Do what I like, when I like. It’s my house too. Don’t like it? Then leave!” snapped Oliver

*Do you hear me? I just want to open your eyes…* Margaret sat at the kitchen table, lost in thought. “

**Second Wind** Bertram was no looker, not like some Hollywood heartthrob. He worked as an ordinary engineer

“You can’t do anything to me. I didn’t do anything wrong,” stammered Nathan

**A Walk Among the Clouds** A fine drizzle fell from the gray sky. Daniel tilted his face upward, his

“You can’t do anything to me. I’m not guilty,” Nikita muttered, stepping back.

Tom and Emily lived in the same block of flats, on the fifth floor of a red-brick building in Manchester.

Emily was on the bus home from work, resting her head against the window as raindrops trailed down the

Once, long ago, in the grey drizzle of a London afternoon, Eleanor rode the bus home from work, her forehead

“Was I imagining things, or are we back together?” Emily nestled closer to Oliver. “