Emily Taylor

**Mirage** Over dinner, Dad kept shooting dissatisfied glances at his son. Ethan guessed Mum must have

**The Last Letter** I never knew my father. When I grew older and asked Mum about him, she just replied

**A Bittersweet Kind of Joy** On Friday, the head accountant arrived at work dressed elegantly, clutching

The Call Miriam had finished lunch, washed the dishes, and laid down for a nap. Her husband, Paul, had

Elizabeth woke a few minutes before her alarm. She lay still, bracing herself for another day, just like

Traffic Jam The cars had come to a complete standstill, packed tightly in endless rows. Not a single

The Call Miriam had eaten lunch, washed the dishes, and lay down for a nap. Her husband, Paul, had gone

**The House of Hope** I lay awake, watching the streaks of headlights flicker across the ceiling as cars

Traffic Standstill The cars were frozen in tight rows, not moving an inch in either direction for the

After dinner, Poppy curled up on the sofa with her legs tucked under her and picked up her book.