Walton Merritt

Every day, I wrote letters to my son from the care home—he never replied, until a stranger appeared to

A grey winter morning draped the city in a misty veil, as if time itself had paused in anticipation of

**Diary Entry – 8th November** The icy winter wind cut through me as I walked down the cobbled streets

The Sun After the Rain… “Lily, come in. My Bert’s been down the cellar and fetched some potatoes for you.

At first, Harry thought his mum had just put on a bit of weight. But in a strange way—her waist had rounded

*Diary Entry – 23rd December* God, how I miss him. The words slipped out before I could stop them, startling

*Diary Entry – 23rd December* God, how I miss him. The words slipped out before I could stop them, startling

“Men don’t marry women like you,” Simon said calmly to Emma. “Some women are for love and fun, others

“Did you see what your son wrote about you?” Sarah’s voice trembled with indignation

**OBSESSION** In any workplace full of women, gossip always finds a place to thrive. And as they say