Walton Merritt

Laura packed her things and walked out on him. “Where are you going?” “What difference

It was like a scene from some twisted dreamstanding at the altar in a haze of white lace and candlelight

The little girl begged a biker to help feed her starving brother Barefoot and shivering, the girl approached

**A Boy’s First Love** “Mum, can I wear the blue shirt to nursery tomorrow?”

**Diary Entry 12th November***”We have to give him up. Hes not what we wanted.”

The sofa had long since taken the shape of my back after three weeks of sleepless nights. I buried my

“You call this fairness, Margaret? Last summer, our kids sweltered in that overgrown garden while

Oh, my dears, what a day that was Grey and weepy, as though the sky itself knew the bitter sorrow unfolding

The midday sun hung lazily over the village green as Margaret adjusted her sunhat. “Honestly, Elaine

He found the little one by the corner of a brick terrace house, darting between rubbish bins, searching