Walton Merritt

The memory of that day still lingers, as sharp as the morning dew on an autumn lawn. “

Slapping the alarm clock silent, Leonard Fishbourne rose from bed and shuffled barefoot to the kitchen

“Oh, hello, hello, kingdom of chaos! Vic, you’re home all the time. Couldn’t you at least wash

— I don’t want to go to Dad’s… Aunt Lydia said Dad doesn’t love me anymore, — Oliver hugged his knees

“One-Way Road” — Oh, so you’re gonna do his laundry now, are you? Iron his shirts?

**A Husband, Not a Coat Stand** —You bought the wrong bread again. I specifically asked for plain, no

**Diary Entry – 16th March** What on earth do you need all this for? “You’re calling *me* heartless?

**Pulling a Fast One** *You’re telling me that bloody mutt matters more than the kids?* Ingrid snapped

The Encounter “Miss! Miss, wait! Do stop!” — Helen turned and saw a young man in a flat cap

**Diary Entry** *March 10th* “Look at the state of you!” He sneered. “More like a dumpling