Harlan Covington

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

Everything was perfect until she returned “What are you doing here?” Emily nearly dropped

Clara and the Unseen Father Clara never hated her stepfather, but she certainly didn’t like him.

Late at night, my phone rang. I answered it to hear my daughter’s voice. “Mom, it’s me, Emily.

Long ago, when the northern moors held a stillness even the hares respected and the heather throbbed

Emily gave the cottage one last glance. Everything seemed in order, the girls’ bows tied neatly, Tommy’s

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

April 3, 2024 Manchester, England As a secretary to a chief engineer at a sprawling textile mill, I was

“This soft bed, yet a restless night.” “Ah, now I hope you aren’t just stopping

Emily reread the email, her fingers hovering over the keyboard before she hit send. The screen blinked