Author: Harlan Covington
Thomas had always dreamed of a son. He even had a name picked out – Timothy. But as life would have it
—Tom, be careful with that suitcase—there’s a luxury face cream in there, and if you break it
Gertrude Blackwood entered my flat as if it were Buckingham Palace and she were Queen Victoria, arriving
**Diary Entry – 15th March** The copy of the key is ready. “We’ll hand it over tonight,” Edward said
So, you won’t believe what happened yesterday. Emma had just got home from work when she opened the door
I’ll adapt and rephrase the story for English culture, changing names, locations, currency, and idioms
“Is this all there is?” Emma asked in dismay, peering into the pot on the stove.
January 3rd I’ve always preferred summer fishing, but I still drag myself out a couple of times in winter.
The cat sat on the windowsill, staring down at the yard where pigeons squabbled over a crust of bread.
Nina Fletcher saw him at half past seven in the morning. Gary was standing by the lift, holding a cat.









