Author: Harlan Covington
My mother-in-law slammed the pot lid down right in front of my children’s faces. “
After our daughter’s funeral, my wife kept pushing me to get rid of her things. She said it would help us heal.
Vera Harrison stood by the laid table, adjusting napkins and moving glasses, though everything had been
Arthur’s gate hadn’t closed properly since last summer. The latch had snapped off when he shoved it with
“Emily, sign this now. We’ve got twenty minutes before registration.” I was standing in front of the
Volunteer Katie looked up from the register and stared at the visitor. In three years at the Friend Shelter
Andrew tied her to a post at a petrol station sixty miles from home. He picked a distant spot on purpose
The dog was called Smokey. Big, shaggy, grey like a December morning, he had lived in the Harrises’ yard
Michael stood in the exact spot where he had left Annie five minutes earlier, looking around in confusion
**Saturday, 14th August** I never thought I’d be writing this down, but here I am, at my desk, after









