Author: Harlan Covington

Margaret carefully reached for the ripe apples on the branch. Her back ached as it always did, but she

Emma slammed her fist on the kitchen counter, sending ripples through her untouched tea. The china rattled

Margaret Thompson gently unfolded her daughter’s wedding dress from the wardrobe, tracing the ivory

**Home to the Son, Resentment to the Daughter** “Mary, what are you going on about? As if you’d

Dear diary, Last evening, Margaret, my mother-in-law, surprised me with her usual blend of praise and

Anna was pacing the kitchen, her knuckles rapping nervously against the countertop. “Are you mad?

– I won’t let you do this, Margaret! Not without my corpse blocking the way! – my mother bellowed, stepping

Diary Entry, 10th April I still love him. He—loved my best friend. Margaret Whitcombe stood by the window

Richard trudged into his flat in Manchester, his stomach roaring with hunger. Spotting Emily wasn’

April 5, 2023 Today, I suppose I should admit that my new son-in-law isn’t entirely the ogre I once imagined.