Author: Harlan Covington

A drop of water fell from the tap, landing precisely on the dried remains of scrambled eggs—drip, drip, drip.

**The Tale of a Farmer** There once was a farmer. An ordinary bloke, not particularly wealthy—just an

Emily had finally had enough. She couldn’t understand why James had become so cold—had he fallen out of love?

**Diary Entry** I never thought a simple errand would unravel into something so horrifying.

Uncle Mike was a funny sort. Clumsy as a bear cub, short and round with curly hair, tiny blue eyes like

“Where did you get this photo?” James paled as he stared at the picture of his missing father.

I don’t know about other single women, but all sorts of oddities seem drawn to me. Last night, for instance

*Too Close for Comfort* Emily stared at her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she read the unexpected

On the Slope of Life “Gran, we won’t be able to come tomorrow for your birthday—sorry about that,”

After getting his bonus from the factory, Andy was sitting in a small pub with his two mates.