Cyrus Hargrave

“Happy at the New Year’s Rate” “Thanks, Mum.” Oliver rose from the table

The Fair Agreement Emily slipped away slowly, painfully. Her body, exhausted from endless chemotherapy

**Forget Her, Mate** Early on a Sunday morning, James was woken by a sound. Groggily, he grabbed his

**The Promotion** It’s no secret that promotions come in different ways. Some earn them through honest

Emily smoothed her dress over her hips in front of the mirror, dabbed on some rosy lipstick, then fluffed

Emma didn’t hear the squeak of the hospital trolley’s wheels on the linoleum or the hurried footsteps

In early November, the weather took a sharp turn for the worse. A stinging sleet fell from the sky, and

**A Bouquet of Daisies in November** *Diary Entry* I tightened the belt of my dressing gown and wandered

Many winters past, on a bitter afternoon in London, a young lass named Eleanor hastened along High Street

Thank You, Mum, for the Gift Emily stepped out of her house and gazed at the transformed garden.