Harlan Covington

I still remember that bitter winter many years ago, when I was a young bus driver on the little route

Dear Diary, I stood at the kitchen sink, my hands submerged in the cold water, while the evening dusk

Harriet carefully untied the knot, feeling the tiny shoe tremble in her hands. The laces were firm and

28February2025 Diary The rain hammered the cobbled streets of London, washing away the remnants of lipstick

Emily stood at her usual corner beneath the stone arch that marked the pedestrian crossing, the morning

Listen, Emily Mum just brought a new pot, Andrew glanced toward the kitchen, scratching his head.

13May I woke up feeling the weight of another evenings argument pressing against my chest. The flat I

My husband raised me and always warned that without him Id lose my way so I left. Are you rummaging through

My love, I need you to move out and make room for his friend, he said. Should I really pack my things

Mrs. Margaret Whitaker, youre worthy of my son! my future motherinlaw declares, her voice brimming with pride.