Author: Harlan Covington
No one quite remembers where Aunt Marge—Mum’s friend—came from. To me, she seemed to have always existed
At seventy, I realised the worst thing isn’t an empty flat—it’s a house full of people who don’t need you.
**Farewell** The deafening darkness of night faded, bringing the inevitable moment of parting ever closer.
**She Can’t Lie Under the Steeple** Ralph was never the best-behaved lad in school, but academically
The Daughter “What kind of parents let their girls hitch rides alone? Barely more than children,”
There is no joy in solitude. Regina Whitmore, no longer young but with a sparkle in her eyes, washed
Betrayal, Take Two Veronica and Taya always drove to work together—Taya behind the wheel, serious and
**Diary Entry – 12th June** I couldn’t wait for work to end today. All day, I imagined stepping out of
“Too Bad He’s Not Mine” “Girls, come round mine this Saturday for a proper chinwag