Emily Taylor

A Quiet Rebellion from Caroline Carol, I just cant do it anymore, the voice down the line was not a plea

Margaret! came a bright, ringing call, and her friend, shaking raindrops from a scarlet mackintosh, landed

At the age of fifty-five, I found myself falling for a man fifteen years my junior, only to uncover a

From Shadow to Light Once again, I found myself sitting in the living room after a long day, a hot mug

We are not rubbish, son. Dad, I said no. Are you not listening? That old junk needs to go to the tip

On my 66th birthday, my son and his wife handed me a list of household chores. The morning my children

She walked in without ringing the bell, holding something that moved. Emily entered without so much as knocking.

The Aunts Exit Youre not wearing that, said Victor, without even turning. He was standing at the hallway

Twenty-Six Years Later The stew that evening turned out especially well. Margaret took the lid off the

John arrived home, stepped into the kitchen, and found dinner waiting for him on the table.