Emily Taylor

**Never Too Late to Start** *“Mum, have you completely lost your mind?”* Emily’s words hit Lydia like

The first day of winter began rather poorly. Evelyn had to work, but the weather was dreadful.

**Peter** Peter dashed out of his flat and hurried toward the corner shop, desperate to beat closing

The first day of winter began with a sour twist. Emily had work ahead, but the weather was miserable.

Margaret Whitmore sat in her rocking chair, knitting needles clicking softly in her hands. Nearby, on

“Couldn’t Love Him Back” “Alright, girls, which one of you is Lily?”

The June Story It all began with a pair of children’s wellies, left to dry on the windowsill by my friend

**KATIE** Gary rushed out of his flat and hurried toward the corner shop, eager to make it before closing.

Tonight, I found myself lost in thought, the glow of passing cars painting streaks of light against the window.

Barbara clutched the test results in her fist, the paper damp with sweat. The hallway of the clinic was