Author: Harlan Covington

The House on the Edge of the Marsh Molly stood in the middle of an overgrown yard, waist-deep in thistles

Lydia sat at the old oak table in the snug living room, cradling her late husband’s pocket watch.

**The Troublesome Daughter** “Ellie, have you dragged home that rag nonsense again?”

“The Brother No One Spoke Of” “Beth, who’s that with you in the photo? Some flashy bloke in a leather jacket!

Sunset of Love, Dawn of Dreams Silence lingered between them. The only sound was the faint creak of the

**Too Much Love** I woke to the smell of frying onions and a strange clattering. The room was dark, but

**The Secretary with a Secret** “Emily, remind me where I left my coffee?” Geoffrey Archer’s

Elizabeth shuddered at the sharp ring of the telephone. The screen displayed “Margaret Whitmore”

Jane was dusting her husband’s study when her cloth knocked over a pile of papers. Sheets scattered across

“No, no, and absolutely not!” Victor paced the tiny kitchen like a caged animal, hands flailing. “