Cyrus Hargrave

**The Late Phone Call** Tom stepped out of the office. A low, grey sky pressed down on London, smothering

The Spectre Oliver made his way home after visiting his parents. In the summer, they lived in a small

Lottie couldn’t stand her name, and her last name—Ferret—was even worse. Kids, as we all know, can be

June 12th “Won’t Leave You, Don’t Worry” Emmeline put on a bright summer dress for the first

The Saviour He was about sixty miles from his destination when his headlights caught a red car pulled

**Diary Entry** Every morning at half past four, I’d arrive at Rose & Crumb, a snug little bakery

**A Hidden Note in a Charity Shop Dress – What Followed Felt Like Pure Serendipity** I’ve never been

One chilly winter afternoon in Manchester, a young woman named Poppy Whitmore dashed down High Street

One bitter night in January 1991, the wind wailed across the frost-laden moors of Ashbourne, a sleepy

Nadia stepped out of the shop and was descending the steps when a sleek red foreign car pulled up beside her.