Walton Merritt

As Mum and I walked home from the market, I spotted him first. He wasnt curled up under the bench like

When Emily tugged the string tied around the sack, the fabric loosened slowly with a quiet rustle.

**Diary Entry** I woke up on the same edge of the bed where Id collapsed the night before. My eyes burned

The man stumbled through the front door, still wearing his coat and shoes, his breath quick as if chased

*”I see youdont hide. What are you doing in our stairwell?”* The cat glanced up guiltily

The little grey cat sat by the door of the veterinary clinic, crying softly, a tiny kitten curled at her feet.

Did we really build that enormous house for no good reason?So we wasted our time and money on a pointless mansion?

**Diary Entry** Emily stepped slowly onto the perfectly manicured lawn, as if stepping onto a stage.

When I stepped out onto the street that night, I had no idea where the road would take me. My suitcase

**A Moment for Reflection** A friend recently dropped by my place for coffee, and as we sat chatting