Walton Merritt

I am not here Have you bought that nonsense again? George put the shopping bag down on the table with

A Blue Stocking 3rd April Hannah, could you cover for me tomorrow, please? Its my mother-in-laws birthday

I had travelled twelve hours by National Express coach, rattling across the winding motorways from Manchester

The “Cursed” Old House Were here! Time to unload! called out the driver, pulling his lorry

No Means No Monday morning at the London office of a respectable corporate behemoth arrived with its

Everybody kept deceiving my brother, yet I was the one left feeling betrayed The phone rang in the middle

“An Angel with a Secret” Martin sat at his mums kitchen table, both hands wrapped around

Monday, January 15 The automatic doors at the local police station in Manchester sighed open, letting

Diary Entry Ill never forget the day my doctor quietly slipped a note into my pocket: Get away from your family!

People were astonished: in an abandoned house, a dog was feeding not puppies Margaret Hopkins was trudging