Emily Taylor

**When Fate Offers a Second Chance** “Why are you home so early?” muttered Oliver, fumbling with his

Thomas lit his fourth cigarette in a row, but the taste of tobacco and the sting of smoke barely registered.

Secrets in Plain Sight On a dreary evening, while sorting through old belongings in her parents’ house

I haven’t got long left… But you came. Geoffrey was on his fourth cigarette in a row, but he barely tasted

Tom and I have known each other for fifteen years, but we only became proper mates a couple of years

Vincent stubbed out his fourth cigarette, barely tasting the smoke. He sat on the rusted bench outside

On a gloomy evening while sorting through boxes in her parents’ house, Emily stumbled upon a conversation

**The Magic of an Unlikely Union** Over the bank holiday weekend, I found myself in a lively gathering

One Pan for Two Sometimes people stop arguing. And it’s not about making up anymore. It’s about the end.

**The Magic of an Unequal Union** During the spring bank holiday, I found myself in a lively gathering