Author: Harlan Covington
Mark lay comatose for a week while I wept beside his hospital bed. A sixyearold girl whispered, Its a
Ill never forget the day little Poppy first arrived at the London childrens home. Shed been taken there
Please, let me stay, she whispered, voice shaking. Im not going anywhere this is my home and I wont abandon it.
21March2025 Dear Diary, I was watching the lift shaft at the bottom of our tower block in Leeds when Mrs.
A bustling Saturday market in the heart of York thrummed with life: rows of stalls, hurried vendors
God rest his soul. Youre the widow, arent you? Ive got something important to tell you something the late Mr.
I remember how I, young Matthew Clarke, was roused by my mothers low moan. I slipped out of my thin blankets
Dear Diary, After the New Years celebrations I found myself tangled in a familiar domestic standoff.
Maam, please dont be cross with me but could I have one of those delightful doughnuts? the shy old woman
Pay your own bills, muttered George, halfsmiling over the newspaper. Poppy stood in the bedroom mirror









