Walton Merritt

**Diary Entry – 12th May** Polly threw back the duvet, flipped her damp pillow to the cooler side, and

James pulled up to the petrol pump and rolled down his window. “Premium unleaded, fill her up,”

It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon when Mr. Thompson walked in—one of our regulars, always polite, always

**“HOMELESS AND HUNGRY”: The Sign Held by a Woman I Took in—Only to Be Thrown Out of My Own Home the

It was time to set things right. Harriet didn’t want to tell her mother what had happened at the lake.

The ache of remembering, the impossibility of forgetting. April had teased with warmth, but by early

Two Nights and One Day Kiera kept glancing at the clock. Time crawled like a snail, slow and sticky.

**Diary Entry – A Life Unraveled** Is anyone listening? I just need to open my eyes… Margaret sat at

Walking on Clouds A light drizzle fell from the grey sky. Daniel turned his face upward, and his skin

“You won’t do anything to me. It’s not my fault,” babbled Oliver, stumbling backward.