Walton Merritt

“Oh, my dear ones, listen to an old soul, for I’ve a tale to tell—one so strange even I scarcely

Returning from her daughter’s house, Emily stopped by the supermarket on her way home. She was nearing

Oh, my dears, gather round and let me tell you a story that lives in my heart like an old melody.

**Diary Entry – 12th October** Bloody hell, listen to an old man’s tale, will you? They say retirement

Oh, my dear children… listen, let me tell you how it goes when life sweeps you away from your own home

Ah, my dear children, gather close, and I’ll tell you a tale that was once shared with me by a fellow

Oh, my dears, gather close, and I’ll tell you a story—one that was passed to me here in the care home

Oh, my dears, gather round, and I’ll tell you a tale whispered to me here in the care home by the old

Retribution “Emily, you live such a thrilling life—it could be a film,” said Alice to her

**The Call of the Heart** “Next!” called the nurse as another patient stepped out of Dr.