Author: Walton Merritt
I built a house for my children with my own two hands, only for them to one day decide that I no longer
My parents didnt last long under the same roof. When I was four, my dad left home one day and never came back.
The best lovers are often wives whove long been counted out. When I was younger, I thought marrying Sophie
The daughter faded, the mother flourished. That autumn was cruel, damp, and biting in Ashfield.
Do you remember, Emily Hed gotten used to peeking into their window, since their flat was on the ground floor.
The other day, my brother rang me to say that he and his family were heading off on holiday.
Shadows of the Past
Valerie Myers carefully wiped dust from the spines of classic Dickens volumes a…
Shadows of the Past Friday, 18th October, London This morning felt particularly grey, the rain tapping
Youre not really my husband, Charlie The old lady sat beside her husbands bed, dabbing his feverish forehead
The Caring House
Alex woke at exactly 7:00, not to an alarm but to gentle sunrise lighting orchestr…
The Caring House Arthur awoke sharply at 7:00am. Not from an alarm, but because EMILY had gently eased
Oh, that grandma getting married, upsetting all the children! Every weekend, Alice, as usual, popped







