Harlan Covington

19 October 2024 Diary, For fifteen years I have been setting a steaming plate on the same greenpainted

There was a mother, and there was a daughter. The daughter turned out to be the child of my old friendEmma.

Marthawhat a granddaughter you have, Mr. Thomas Whitaker, darkeyed and whitetoothed. Whos that?

Dear Diary, Today I finally got a chance to reflect on the first months after Primrose entered our world.

Conrad Cavendish sat in his wheelchair, staring through the dustcaked panes at the world beyond.

When the door shut behind Ms. Victoria Hart, only three people remained in the interview room Emma Clarke

Peter Whitaker said calmly, almost as if he were caring for me: Why should you work, love? I earn enough.

Richard Salazar stood frozen, the weight of his world pressing down on him. He had built a belief that

When I scrawled Resignation Mary Ilford on a clean sheet, it wasnt a moment of weakness. I did it because

Dear Diary, I stood before a black limousine, sleek as midnight, its polished surface catching the glow