Emily Taylor

Just an Ordinary Day—And a Divorce Emily set the kettle on the stove and absentmindedly wiped down the

Emma didn’t hear the squeak of the wheelchair wheels against the hospital linoleum or the hurried footsteps

Barbara smoothed her dress over her hips in front of the mirror, touched up her lips with rosy lipstick

The phone rang promptly at seven in the morning, just as Lydia was shuffling into the kitchen to put

Margaret slammed her teacup onto the saucer so hard that tea splattered across the lace tablecloth.

**Diary Entry – 10th May** The phone rang at exactly seven in the morning, just as Lydia was shuffling

“Mum, open the door! Mum, please!” The boy’s fists hammered against the metal surface

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