Cyrus Hargrave

The Hero Father Emily carried a bag of groceries as she climbed the stairs to the third floor, counting

“Hello! I knew we’d meet again someday…” A year ago, James was driving home from

“Hello. I’m Yura’s wife. May I come in?” The medical college had been buzzing

**Diary Entry: Blame It on the Rain** The afternoon sky had turned grey, and by evening, a fine drizzle

**A Daughter for Herself** Vera stepped into the flat and listened. Quickly slipping off her coat and

“You’re a bad mum. I’m going to live with Dad.” Every day, young people pass

March 7th This morning, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. But what else

An elderly woman, nearly seventy years old, stepped into a clothing shop. Her hair was unkempt, her clothes

A Lone Woman with Baggage Emma raised her son alone. Her husband walked out on her over ten years ago.

The hunger clung to them like a shadow, but every night, under the moon, he hid a sack of flour that