Walton Merritt

Dinner Ended in Divorce “You’ve lost your mind?” Eleanor flung her serviette onto the

“You didn’t even say thank you,” Margaret began. “Mum, don’t start that again!

The front door clicked shut, swallowing Margaret Wilson into the familiar silence of her two-bedroom flat.

Arthur slammed the paper down upon the kitchen table, his fist thumping the hard surface. “

Margaret Peterson buttons her nightdress and smooths her hair into a simple braid when the sharp ring

**Thursday, 8th May** Blasted thing again. “Hannah! Hannah, where on earth are you?!”

Charlotte stood rigid before the mirror, the white satin clinging perfectly where her mother, Margaret

**Friday, 28th October** He left – and somehow became closer. Or perhaps it was me who finally saw him clearly?

Eleanor lingered by the kitchen window, nibbling dry toast while watching the neighbour’

My hand trembled slightly as I gripped my thermos this morning. The rush around Oxford Street had its