Harlan Covington

Dear Diary, This afternoon I was ambling along the banks of Lake Windermere, when I spotted a lone wild

Mother, you really shouldnt bother coming now, my son Alex said. Think about it: the journey is long

When Eleanor turned thirty, the world around her seemed to have settled into a long, uneasy pause.

The house on the edge of the village They pulled up to the house at dusk, the sky already turning a pale

Simon Harper had decided, against my wishes, to send our boy to his grandmas in the country.

I took my dear friend Eleanor into my home after her divorce, and as the years slipped by I slowly found

Eleanor Whitaker first laid eyes on Andrew Clarke at the office. Hed turned up for a job interview in

Thieves have taken my clothes, cowboy! Save me! the desperate woman shouts from the pond. A rattling

The handwriting of the past Morning began in its usual, predictable way. Andrew Spencer woke a minute

Old letters Since the postman stopped climbing the stairs and now leaves newspapers and envelopes by