Cyrus Hargrave

My mother hails from Cornwall, from the village of Bluehill to be precise. I was always very close to

The gentle rain stung her face, trickling into her eyes. Pauline trudged along, longing for the warmth of home.

**Uncle Paul, or Life Goes On…** I sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall.

Driving Lessons Emily pulled her Mini Cooper into the office car park and hurried toward the building entrance.

The Pink Scarf Valerie buried her husband two years ago. He had been seventeen years older than her.

“Tom, are you nearly ready? Emily and George will be here any minute,” said Peter impatiently

**The Last Letter** Emily had never known her father. When she was old enough to ask her mother about

Everything Happens Florence woke up a few minutes before her alarm clock would have chimed.

The Call Miriam had finished her lunch, washed the dishes, and settled down for a nap. Her husband, Peter

The Traffic Jam The cars stood utterly still, packed in tight rows. For the past half hour, there had