Author: Harlan Covington
Diary entry 12th November Some evenings, the smallest things can leave the deepest marks on your heart.
BITTERNESS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SOUL You belong in a childrens home! Get out of our family!
A POSTAGE STAMP Olivers left Emma, Mum sighs heavily. What do you mean? I ask, confused. I dont understand
A HUSBAND IS WORTH MORE THAN BITTER GRUDGES “Peter, that’s it! This was the last straw. We’
A Christmas Miracle Tom, can you explain to me, please, just how you managed to forget? I reminded you
He loathed his wife. Loathed her… Theyd spent fifteen years togetheran entire decade and a half.
She woke the whole neighbourhood with her fuss about the garden beds, but I was fuming, for I hadnt weeded them.
For two years, Alice was nothing more than a carer for his mother. Alice found herself marrying Arthur
Well have to stay with you for a while, since we cant afford to rent a place! my friend announced to me.
You know, I met my husband at a mutual friends wedding in London. At that time, Id just moved to the









