Harlan Covington

Night, Woman, Cat, and Fridge Dont look at me like that! Catherine shot a stern glare at her cat, brow

After my appointment, the doctor quietly slipped a note into my jacket pocket: You must get away from

Margaret Smith had been working at The Willow Arms Café in Oxford for six years now. She knew all the

A Late Rebellion 23rd October Do you realise what youre doing? My daughter Janes voice was even, almost

We tried to take your things to Lost Property, said the officer, his voice sounding as if it echoed through

Jessica stood in the middle of the kitchen holding a pot with a rather beleaguered African violet.

She offered her a biscuit and whispered, You need a home, and I need a mum. The December wind whipped

Diary Entry: The Breaking Point Why the long face, mate? Had another row with Sophie? Tom couldnt resist

Helen, are you listening to me? Davids voice was even and business-like, as if he were telling her theyd

During my holiday at a seaside retreat in Brighton, I signed up for an evening dance. There were no intentions