Cyrus Hargrave

THE BENCH OF THE MAN NOBODY NOTICED Every morning, just as the first rays of sunlight brushed the rooftops

**The Cat Who Waited Until the End** In a small café on Burton Street, tucked between old red-brick buildings

THE SILENT BATTLE Emily lingered by the sitting room window a moment longer, cradling a cup of tea gone cold.

London, 1971. The city was waking up under a blanket of grey morning mist. The streets were still damp

London, winter of 1991. The city woke to a biting cold that seeped right into your bones. Frost-covered

**Diary Entry** In a city where hurried buildings jostled for space beneath the grey sky, where impatient

In the deepest, most forgotten corner of the municipal animal shelter, where even the flickering fluorescent

Theresa was neatly folding the brand-new tea towelssoft linen ones with little rosebudswhen her phone buzzed.

**Diary Entry 12th June** James and I had been married for seven years. From the day we said our vows

I stepped out into the rain with Michael in my arms, my feet slipping on the slick concrete steps of