Emily Taylor

**8th March Diary Entry** Stewart cracked one eye open and immediately squeezed it shut. The low March

**The Bouquet** Faith lay on her bed, eyes half-closed. Across the narrow dorm room, Holly sat cross-legged

For Love “Excuse me, miss, do you know where Victory Street is? I’ve been going in circles, and

“Katie, I’m sorry…” Stephen cracked one eye open and immediately scrunched them

**The Bouquet** Vera lay with her eyes closed, half-dozing. Across the narrow dorm room, Holly sat cross-legged

William woke at three in the morning to work as a refuse collector on the streets of Manchester.

William rose at three in the morning, working as a dustman on the streets of London. Thanks to his excellent

Beth lay with her eyes closed, half-listening as Emily sat cross-legged on the opposite bed, reading

The Parable: “Three Views of One Situation” One day, three women stood at a market stall selling apples

Oh, you won’t believe this story—it’s so lovely. So, this bloke stopped Emily in the street, looking