Author: Harlan Covington
Sometimes life throws up tales so strange you think they couldn’t possibly be true. But they are.
Estate agent Margaret Turner put the phone down and stared at it for several seconds, as though the handset
Victor found him by the roadside in October. The puppy sat on the edge of the highway, wet and very small
Clara Stevens had been feeding a stray German Shepherd at the entrance of her block of flats for a year
Margaret stood at the window, watching the frost paint patterns on the glass. They said minus thirty
Every evening this ginger cat would climb onto my balcony. She’d meow like she was begging for help –
For two weeks, Molly had been hissing and scratching, keeping her owner away from the old sofa.
“I’ll call my dad,” said the girl at the front desk, pressing the phone to her chest as tenderly
“So, let’s see your country girl!” she scoffed, stepping over the threshold of the
The phone went silent. Emily stood in the middle of the kitchen, pressing it to her chest with both hands.









