Emily Taylor

For Love “Excuse me, love, any chance you know where Suvorov Street is? Been walking in circles—no

Tom lay on his back, the weight of Martha’s head nestled in the hollow of his collarbone. One leg draped

**Diary Entry** William woke at three in the morning, hauling rubbish through London’s streets.

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

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

Oliver felt Victoria’s fingers brush against his arm. “What?” He opened his eyes. “Is it time?

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

“My grandmother never had a mobile, but she knew how to listen to me like no one else…

For Love “Excuse me, love, any chance you know where Suvorov Street is? Been walking in circles—no

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