Author: Harlan Covington
Every street seems to have that one lady who shouts from her window if anyone lights up a cigarette right
“You’ve got a right talent for making things messy,” Max said, rubbing his temples. “
When my daughter Emily pushes me up against the kitchen wall and snaps, Youre off to a care home, or
The heart no longer aches or weeps After her husband Edwards sudden death, Clara Whitmore fled the town
Late night, the site was a mess, I could hear the grinder humming in the background. Itll be late, were
Lucy, youve gone completely bonkers in your golden years! my sister blurted out when I told her I was
15April2025 I watched Emily dart from room to room, shoving whatever she deemed essential into a battered suitcase.
Emma, Im getting married, said Sarah Clarke with a sheepish grin, the ceremony is next Friday. Will you be there?
The mother stepped into her son’s eightstorey manor for the first time, yet a single sentence from
At my husbands funeral, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number: Im still alive.









