Emily Taylor

Lydia Simmons walked home in her unfastened wool coat, clutching a worn leather satchel filled with pupils’

Sophie stood by the window, staring at the empty courtyard below. The trampled snow glittered with remnants

Everything will be alright, son… “Eddie, love, it’s Mum,” came the quiet voice on the phone.

**A Mother’s Promise** The first day of university began with a lecture. Emily had spent ages wandering

“I don’t want to argue either. But when are you finally going to fix that shelf?”

**The Worthy Suitor** Emily stood by the window, staring at the empty street below. The trampled snow

Unaffection Nina had despised her name since childhood—old-fashioned, dowdy. When she grew older, her

September had been warm, dry, and sunny. The low autumn sun glared straight into your eyes, especially

**Birth for Me** “You know I can’t have children… Have a baby—birth a child for me.

Where Is the Love? Emily was a bubbly, lively, and pretty young woman. Guys always buzzed around her