Emily Taylor

A June Tale This story began when a pair of children’s wellies, which my friend Poppy had left drying

James sat in his armchair, staring blankly at the floor. His head throbbed from the argument, and anger

She was about to have a difficult talk. Outside the window, the lights of passing cars flickered, while

Helen paced back and forth across the flat, unable to settle. For days now, Daniel had been coming home late.

James slumped into his armchair, staring blankly at the floor. His temples throbbed from the shouting

“I did what I thought was right.” The words hit Katherine like a bolt from the blue—sharp, unexpected

Margaret Whitmore rocked gently in her armchair, knitting needles clicking softly in her hands.

Margaret Whitmore sat in her rocking chair, knitting quietly while her grandson slept soundly on the

I remembered what it feels like to love. Who would’ve thought my marriage would come back to life… after

Eleanor clutched the test results in her fist, the paper damp with sweat. The waiting room of the clinic