Author: Harlan Covington
10November2025 Dear Diary, She told me she was heading out on a work trip, yet I spotted my own car parked
The brides mother slid me into the worst table with a smug grin. Know your place, she whispered.
Rain pattered against the sill of the cramped twobed flat in Battersea. Andrew watched the droplets sketch
Granddad, eat! the little boy clutched at the coattail of the lanky, overcoated man, his hands trembling
The Kline manor in Surrey lay silent most daysspotless, chilly, and costly. Id known Jonathan Kline all my life.
14May2025 Today I reflected on how ordinary my life has become, and how that very ordinariness feels
Dear Diary, I was racing to the office this morning, my heart pounding like a drum. If I didnt slip through
The street is noisy today, as it always is in spring when the city finally feels the warm sun that thaws
I recall the days when Margaret, a silverhaired matriarch, tended her ferns on the windowsill of the
I gave birth to triplets, and my husband fled in terrorhe didnt even come to see me in the delivery ward. Triplets?









