Emily Taylor

Step by Step Are you home? I asked Emma during my lunch break, keeping my voice short. Yes, she replied

The scent of perfume in the car was far too thick, spilled heavy and shimmering like morning mist turned syrup.

Where Happiness Lives Beatrice sat alone in the kitchen, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug.

The Trap of Jealousy Emma was perched on her bed, engrossed in scrolling through her social media feed.

History Repeats Itself A winters evening fell over the city far too earlyby half-past five, the sky was

Silent Dough Emma, do you even realise whos coming on Saturday? Victor stood in the kitchen doorway

Betrayal Behind the Mask of Friendship This winter, England seemed determined to showcase its frosty charm.

When Its Already Too Late Today feels like one of those evenings where the clouds hang heavy over the

Ragamuffin! yelled the grooms father on the steps of the Registry Office. Little did he know his son

So you want to take the fur coat as well, said Helen, her voice steady, though something tightened inside