Emily Taylor

Kiera kept glancing at the clock. Time was crawling at a snail’s pace, slow and sticky. There was still

**Diary Entry – 12th May** It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon when Mr. Bennett walked in—our regular, always

Oliver pulled up to the petrol pump and rolled down his window. “Premium unleaded, fill it up,”

It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon when the old gentleman strolled in—Mr. Edmund, one of our regulars.

**”DESTITUTE AND STARVING”: The Sign Held by a Woman I Took In—Only to Be Cast Out of My

*”Are you listening? I just want to open your eyes…”* Eleanor sat at the kitchen table, lost

**”HOMELESS AND HUNGRY”: The Sign Held by a Woman I Took In—Only to Be Thrown Out of My Own

Walking Among Clouds A fine rain drizzled from the grey sky. Daniel turned his face upwards, and his

A Time to Mend the Mistake Lydia didn’t want to tell her mother what had happened at the lake.

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