Author: Harlan Covington
Someone Elses Bride Charlie was always in demand. He never needed to advertise in the paper or on the telly;
The memory still brings a rueful smile to my face, all these years laterthe day when a table heaving
Wheres my daughter? repeated Alice, her teeth chattering from fright as much as from the chill in the air.
Two blue lines on a test: her passport to a new life, and the ticket to hell for her best friend.
A Letter David was walking home from work, the snow beneath his boots crunching pleasantly, and for some
Julia sat beside the entrance to the block of flats. All the neighbours knew that the family from number
Whos been lying on my bed and crumpled it A Story. My husbands lover was barely older than our daughterround
The waiter dashed over and offered to take the kitten away. But a towering man scooped up the whimpering
Julia stepped off the coach, her hands aching from the weight of her shopping bags, and made her way
And so, is he just going to live with us now? John asked his wife, looking at their son Margaret Smith









