Harlan Covington

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

Dear Diary, 13July Mary, what about Brighton? Have you seen the prices? We agreed to tighten our belts