Author: Cyrus Hargrave
I watched Tess Harper step off the little boat that smelled of pine resin and river mud, and I knew straight
Whos broken it? Eleanors voice rang through the whole kitchen. She clutched a cracked porcelain teacup
The conflict on the groundfloor landing Ethel Whitaker stood in the buildings entrance, clutching an
Ill never forget the day Rutherford, the owner of the ArtGlassCo gallery in Birmingham, leaned over me
Dear Diary, I stood before the peeling door that bore the crooked letters Cozy Café. One of the Ys wobbled
12May Today the world Id imagined shattered the moment my husband walked back into the ward.
Ill never forget the day I found a crying baby in a pram outside my neighbour Lucys door. Lucy was just
My father never spoke the words “I love you.”Yet each morning before leaving for work, he
Can you mourn animals as deeply as you mourn humans?Some might say, Its just a dog or Only a cat.
People’s true faces reveal themselves when you no longer benefit themthat’s when you discover









