Cyrus Hargrave

The Last Minute Edward stood by the window of his flat in Manchester, watching schoolchildren hurry down

Just Someone Nearby That summer, the little bench in St. James’s Park had been alive—school kids licking

Late evening, a misty March night—and Michael, as usual, was walking home after his shift. He left the

**When Everything Left – Without a Sound** The door slammed, but Oliver didn’t move. He sat on an old

Margaret grew like a weed by the roadside—untended, unloved, unnoticed. No tenderness, no care, not even

**Inky Traces on Old Letters** The letter arrived in a plain grey envelope, with no return address.

One of those days when nothing aches—just throbs dully. At the bus stop near the old city market in Sheffield

The crumpled sheet lay in her desk drawer—right next to the resignation letter. A strange feeling settled

A Tough Choice. The Return “Go if you want to,” Oliver said, placing his mug in the sink.

**A Candle in the Wind** Margaret Elizabeth removed her latex gloves and surgical mask, tossing them