Author: Harlan Covington
Today is my dogs last day, and hes quietly whimpering as he sits across from me. Hes on the sofa where
Of course it had to be Emily to go into labour in the middle of a blizzard. She still had three weeks
Come in, Mum, weve been waiting for you, said her son, Paul, as his wife, Emma, whisked off her mother-in-laws
Mary awoke to frosted windowpanes and realised the year had slithered to its end again, like a snake
One morning, my wife told me we were to have our fourth child. She said, We havent the pounds for a new flat.
But were family, my brothers and sisters insisted on the day we bid farewell to Mum at the cemetery.
**Diary Entry** “Come with me! My yards without a dog at the moment. Youll make a good guardwont complain!
My son hadnt called in three months. I convinced myself he was just busy at work. In the end, I decided
Whenever Peter called round to see Jane, she seemed to become more flustered and scatterbrained before
Never judge a book by its coverthis is a lesson one arrogant father would remember for the rest of his days.







