Emily Taylor

**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.

**The Last Letter** Grace had never known her father. When she grew older and asked her mother about

**The Pink Scarf** I still remember the day I buried my husband, two years ago now. He was seventeen

Everything Happens Elizabeth woke just moments before her alarm was set to ring. She lay still, steeling