Harlan Covington

Margaret stood by the kitchen window, watching her husband William tinker with some car part in the garage.

An Ordinary Day—and a Divorce Emily fills the kettle and absently wipes the kitchen counter, though it’s

Margaret slammed her teacup onto the saucer so hard that the tea splashed onto the tablecloth.

The phone rang sharply at seven in the morning, just as Lydia was heading to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

*Ten Wasted Years* “Bloody hell, Valerie!” shouted Emily, slamming her mug of cold coffee

**Diary Entry – 12th March** “Mum, open the door! Please, Mum!” My son’s fists hammered

The Uninvited Party Margaret Simmons was trying on her third outfit of the evening when the first notes

“Lydia Harper, how could you let this happen?” Mrs. Thompson from next door hissed, her voice

The guests had left, but the bitterness lingered. “Mum, what on earth are you saying?”

The husband declared that she was nobody in this house. “Who do you even think you are, telling