Author: Harlan Covington

Mike returned home from the office after the latenight corporate do, just as the sun was threatening to rise.

Hey love, so picture this: one morning Emily wakes up to James snuggling up next to her, whispering

Marion, you ridiculous fool! Who on earth do you think youre marrying? shouted my mother, tugging at

Michael, weve been waiting five long years. Five. The doctors said wed never have a child. And now Michael, look!

Dear Diary, Tonight the rain drummed against the kitchen window as I replayed the nights cruel climax.

I suggested we keep separate finances, and she saved up for a holiday without even asking me first and

I am now sixtyone, looking back on a marriage that lasted eighteen years. My name is Ian, and for most

I am fiftyeight now, and the memory of that afternoon at the corner shop still haunts me. It was at the

Charlie! Why are you standing on the concrete? Without a jacket! The shopping bags tumble down the steps.

April 26 Im sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of tea cooling beside me, trying to put the nights