Cyrus Hargrave

When Emily pulled the string tied around the sack, the fabric loosened slowly with a quiet rustle.

I found myself slumped at the edge of the same bed where Id collapsed the night before. My eyes burned

“I see you, dont hide. What are you doing in our stairwell?” The cat glanced up guiltily

**Diary Entry** A small grey cat sat by the door of the veterinary clinic, crying softly. At her feet

The night I stepped out onto the street, I had no idea where my feet would take me. My suitcase felt

**A Note on “Me Time”** The other day, a mate popped round for a cuppa, and we ended up nattering

“Leave her here, let her die!” they muttered, dumping the old woman into the snowdrift.

A year had gone by since her only son, Oliver, had passed away. The funeral had been small and private

The biting November wind cut through the skin like knives as damp, bone-chilling cold rolled in from

Spotting the dog lying beside the bench, she rushed over at once. Her gaze fell on the lead, carelessly