Author: Walton Merritt

Wednesday, 6th March The hospital corridor smelt sharply of bleach and that stale weariness that clings

Madam, please dont touch the dress with those dirty hands! The sales assistant snapped at the old woman

Good afternoon, love, could you please give me whatever you have thats cheapest? the elderly lady would

Everyone kept telling me I should get marriedas if all this studying was pointless, as though there was

My relationship with my ex ended in the courtroom. I wont point fingers at who was to blame honestly

The front door swung open without warninga jarring break to the stillness. My husband, Harry, never needed

“Life must go on. He ran off and thats that. He wasnt exactly an upstanding man anyway. We’

Mate, dont touch the display with those grubby hands anyway, doubt you could afford a necklace like that!

I brought him home late Tuesday evening, just as I was making my way back from work. He was huddled by

How am I supposed to go on without you? What do I do now? Whats the point in carrying on? Silent tears