Walton Merritt

“Mum, give it a rest!” Oliver turned sharply from the window where he’d been watching

**Diary Entry – March 16th** Found myself sorting through Aunt Margaret’s things after she passed.

Margaret Davies studied her reflection, adjusting her grey suit. Today was Lottie’s thirtieth birthday.

Margaret halted in the doorway, clutching her canvas shopping bag, head shaking in bewilderment. “

Emily sits by the window observing the street traffic. Buses squeal identically while pedestrians rush

“Anthony, step in here!” The bloke’d called on the intercom. Anthony knew he was for

Right, okay so listen to this – I was at home that day because I’d skipped school to go with my

I wasn’t sure why I started leaving that parcel each morning. Wasn’t asked. Just habit after

“- That dreadful racket again!” Margaret Higgins shouted, banging her fist on the radiator. “

Maggie Andrews slammed the phone down so hard the Bakelite receiver rattled. Her hands trembled;