Emily Taylor

Hunger clung to them like a shadow, but every night, under the moon’s quiet glow, he hid a sack of flour

The Blame Lies with the Rain By afternoon, the sky had darkened with clouds, and by evening, a light

**A Daughter for Herself** Faith stepped into the flat and listened. She quickly shrugged off her coat

You’re bad. I’ll go to Dad. Every day, young people pass each other by, nothing ever happens

A Lone Woman with Baggage For over a decade, Evelyn had raised her son alone. Her husband had walked

Vera stepped into the flat and paused to listen. She quickly shed her raincoat and shoes before heading

The morning carried a peculiar weight for Evelyn, as though something was meant to unfold. But what could it be?

**At the Mercy of the Heart** Emily stepped out of the office just as the lift doors opened and people

The words twisted in the cold air like stray snowflakes: “You’re rubbish. I’ll go live with Dad.

“Fetch me Millicent, please…” That morning, Cynthia couldn’t shake the feeling something