Walton Merritt

Elizabeth woke a few minutes before her alarm. She lay still, bracing for another day—same as yesterday

**The Phone Call** Mira had finished lunch, washed the dishes, and settled down for a nap. Her husband

Traffic Jam The cars were completely gridlocked, packed in tight rows. No movement in either direction

**Diary Entry – The Suitor** After dinner, Emily curled up on the sofa with a book. Just as she lost

A Difficult Happiness On Friday, the head accountant arrived at work dressed elegantly, carrying a bottle

The Mirage Over dinner, Daniel’s father kept shooting him disapproving glances. Daniel already knew—his

**The House of Hope** Emily lay with her eyes wide open, tracing the streaks of headlights flickering

No Regrets They sat on the riverbank, watching ducks snatch pieces of bread tossed by children.

**Diary Entry** I’ll always have you with me… Emily flipped the sizzling pieces of meat in the pan, covered

**The Path to Happiness** Rodney walked home from work. It was a fair distance, but the evening was warm