Harlan Covington

**Diary Entry** Emily stood in the middle of the living room, the holiday ticket tucked inside her handbag.

He was cast out on New Years Eve; years later, he opened the door for them, but not to the place they

John waited for his bride. The guests had gathered, the day meticulously planned, yet Gretaalways so

I wiped my damp hands, wincing at the ache in my back, and shuffled to answer the door. The knocking

**Diary Entry** *Thursday, 12th October* “Dont call me again! Why waste time on something you dont

**Diary Entry 12th June** I wanted to surprise my husband today. I decided to visit him at work and bring

After my wife and I got married, things couldnt have been better. Wed tied the knot with the idea of

“It’s your motherso it’s your responsibility!” he said, but shed had enough.

“It’s your motherso it’s your responsibility!” he said, but shed had enough.

**Diary Entry** My ex-wife tried to sue me for half the house, but she hadnt reckoned on my foresight.