Emily Taylor

**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

The Seaside Town Evening draped itself over the small coastal town. Autumn hadn’t yet made itself fully

**The Wheeled Suitcase** “Mum, I’m an adult now. Can’t I just do what I want for once?”

I passed out at a family do because my bloke wouldn’t lift a finger with our newborn to give me a kip.

**Diary Entry – 12th June** I’ve dreamt of the sea for as long as I can remember. Every month