Emily Taylor

A School Lesson, or Miss Emily Jack Harrison was heading back from the school canteen, about to climb

“Maisy, are you nearly ready? Katy and Freddie will be here any minute,” said Simon impatiently

The soft drizzle stung her face, misting her glasses. Emily trudged along, desperate to get home.

My mum’s from a little village called Blue Hill in the countryside near Cornwall, bless her.

The Pink Scarf Valentine buried her husband two years ago. He had been seventeen years her senior.

Emily woke up moments before her alarm chimed. She lay still, steeling herself for another day, identical

The rain fell in sharp, needling drops, stinging her face and blurring her vision. Emily trudged forward

Uncle Paul, or Life Goes On… Oliver sat at the kitchen table, blankly staring at the wall in front of him.

Uncle Paul, or Life Goes On… Barry sat at the kitchen table, blankly staring at the wall in front of him.

**The Last Letter** Emily never knew her father. When she grew older and asked her mum about him, she