Harlan Covington

You want my husband? Hes all yours! said the wife with a smirk, addressing the stranger at her door.

Until Next Summer Outside the window, the first days of summer stretched long and lazy, green leaves

The Spring Crossing Each morning, frost clung to the river, and the old wooden bridge creaked beneath

**The Season of Trust** Early in May, when the grass had thickened to a lush green and morning dew still

**Diary Entry** Out of sheer desperation, she agreed to marry the wealthy mans son who couldnt walk And

**The Night Before Dawn** When Emmas contractions began, the clock showed a quarter to three.

“Dad, meet hershes going to be my wife, your daughter-in-law.” “Dad, meet my future

Late from work again? Lately, the workloads been piling up, so hes been coming home late more often than not.

Recently, my daughter got divorced and moved back into our cramped flat with her little one.

The door remained shut. “Mum, open the door! Mum, please!” The boy’s fists hammered