Emily Taylor

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

**Driving Lessons** I parked my little Fiesta outside the office and rushed toward the entrance, my heels

**Diary Entry – 14th May** Emma was still at the mirror when I peeked into the bedroom. “

The Call Margaret had finished lunch, washed the dishes, and settled down for a nap. Her husband, Henry

Driving Lessons Millicent parked her Mini Cooper outside the office and rushed toward the building entrance.

—Emma, love, are you nearly ready? Emily and James will be here any minute, said Simon impatiently, poking

The Traffic Jam Cars stand gridlocked in tight rows, motionless in either direction for the past half-hour.

**The Pink Scarf** Valerie buried her husband two years ago. He had been seventeen years older than her.

**The Suitor** After dinner, Emily tucked her legs under her on the sofa and picked up her book.