Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry** *It’ll be alright, son…* That’s what she always said. “Eddie, love, it’s Mum,” came the

“Everything will be alright, son…” “Bernard, it’s Mum,”

**Awakening** It was a quiet evening when Katie stepped into the room, hands hidden behind her back

**A Terrible Mistake** I woke up in pain. Something important had been haunting my dreams just before

**A Terrible Mistake** Victoria woke in pain. Something important had been in her dream just before she

The Third Try Joanne slipped into her white coat, settled at her desk, and leaned back in her chair.

**Unloved** From childhood, Evelyn hated her name. Old-fashioned, frumpy. When she grew older, her mum

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

It was a warm, dry, sunny September. The low autumn sun glared into Roman’s eyes, especially in the evening.

“I knew you’d call, Mum…” Her phone buzzed right in the middle of the lecture.