Harlan Covington

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

*First Coffee, Then You* Sasha burst into the kitchen like a man possessed, eyes sparkling with the manic

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

“Who broke my lamp?” demanded Margaret, her voice sharp as she slapped a hand down on the

The Daughter Returns “I’m leaving, Dad,” Emily’s voice wobbled, but her eyes burned with

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

The key jiggled in the lock, and Emily tiptoed into the flat, trying not to make a sound. The hallway

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