Emily Taylor

**Unexpectedly Married** Margaret dashed through the shopping centre, arms laden with bags, elbowing

“His Ex ‘Thanks, Johnny boy! I don’t know what I’d do without you,’ flashed across

Jessica sat alone at the dinner table *again*. The clock read half past eight, and still no word from Daniel.

Blimey, she just lost it “Who’d even want you, you miserable old bat? You’re nothing but a burden.

Claire sat alone at the dinner table yet again. It was already nine, and not a word from Edward—no call, no text.

Emma stood by the kitchen sink, gripping a sponge so tightly her fingers trembled—not from the cold water

**Diary Entry** I always thought Mum wanted the best for me. But lately, it feels like every favour comes

Lenny Fisher slammed his hand on the alarm clock, silencing its metallic ring, and stumbled out of bed.

**The Lost Letter** I was sorting through some old things the other day when I stumbled upon a letter

*”We raised you for this!”* *”I gave you the most, so I deserve more in return.