Cyrus Hargrave

**Eat My Sorrow** Alice hated working with children more than anything. It was exhausting, tedious, and

All my friends have young, pretty mums, but mine isn’t like that. She looks more like a grandma, and

No one knew his name. He was a scrawny nine-year-old lad with a slightly torn jumper. Every afternoon

I gave birth to my husband’s mistress’s child without knowing, and now they want to get rid of me to

They Came While We Were Sleeping Margaret Elisabeth woke to a sound she couldn’t quite place—a faint

Laughter Through Hurt Margaret Williams set a bowl of beef stew in front of her granddaughter and sat

On the corner of High Street in Brighton, there stood a mannequin in the window of a dress shop.

**The Third Room – Not for Guests** “Don’t you dare go in there!” shouted Margaret

“Beyond the Wall — Not Silence” “Turn that bloody telly down!” bellowed Margaret

The Unopened Box Margaret Whitcombe stood by the window, her palm pressed against the glass, watching