Author: Walton Merritt
22April Ive just unpacked the suitcase my wife sent overher usual habit of sending everything at once.
I told my fiancé that we were living in a rented flat, but in truth the place was actually my own.
Relatives began to appear the moment I finished raising a house on the coast. I was born in a tiny village
Ive been thinking a lot about how we look after our elders these days. My older brother, James, flew
Dear Diary, Granddad, look!Ethel pressed her nose against the window. Dog! she cried. Just beyond the
We pulled up to the house at dusk, the sky just turning a pale blue but not yet dark. The car coughed
Lads, theyve swiped my clothessave me! wailed the woman, her voice cracking as she tumbled into the pond.
Morning began just as predictably as a welltimed train. Andy Thompson woke a minute before his alarmsomething
When the postman stopped climbing up to the flats and started leaving the papers and letters down at
James slammed his calculator onto the kitchen table, the clatter echoing like a distant gong, and pressed









