Walton Merritt

**Diary Entry** I always knew we’d meet again. A year ago, James was driving home from work when

“Hello. I’m Yura’s wife. May I come in?” For a week, the medical college had

It’s All the Rain’s Fault By late afternoon, the sky had darkened with clouds, and by evening

**A Daughter for Herself** Vera stepped into the flat and paused, listening. She shrugged off her coat

“You’re terrible. I’ll go live with Dad.” Every day, young people pass each other

Call for Lydia, please… From the moment she woke, Evelyn had a strange feeling that something was about

A woman nearing seventy steps into a clothing shop. Her hair is unkempt, her clothes worn, her sandals scuffed.

The hunger clung to them like a shadow, but every night, under the moon, he hid a sack of flour that

The Lone Woman with Baggage Lucy raised her son alone. Her husband had left her more than ten years ago.

*Taking a Chance on Love* Emma stepped out of her office, just in time to see the lift doors opening