Author: Walton Merritt
HER OWN BEST GIFT Fiona Bennetta blue-eyed brunette of just over fifty, still shapely despite a tendency
Im 50 now, and I still live with my parentsor rather, just my fatherever since I found out I was expecting.
HOMELESSEmily really had nowhere to go. Like, absolutely nowhere I could spend a couple nights at the
Ugly Emily made herself comfortable on the sofa in her favourite café, waiting for her order.
Some acquaintances invited themselves along on our road trip, promising to chip in. When we arrived
LOVE WITH THE BITTERNESS OF WORMWOODOur love never smelled of roses or honey, but of the dry dust of
Mia, a Millionaire, and a Promise from the Pavement David stood by the checkout, feeling more uncertain
Mum is 73, I brought her to live with us and after two months I realisedit was a mistake. Early mornings
When Robert left for the Army, Julia promised she would wait faithfully. She kept her wordwriting him
“Look at yourself, who would possibly want you at fifty-eight?” her husband had said, shoes






