Harlan Covington

Una loved Ever since she was little, Una hated her name. Old-fashioned, granny-like. When she grew older

**Diary Entry – 12th March** *”Everything will be alright, son…”* That was the first thing

“I don’t want to argue either. But when are you finally going to fix that shelf?”

**Waiting to Meet Again** September had been warm, dry, and bright. The low autumn sun blinded the eyes

Where’s the Love? Emily was a lively, spirited, and pretty young woman. Boys buzzed around her like bees

**The Realisation** “Al,” Kate entered the room, hands behind her back, a mysterious smile

**The Third Attempt** Janice slipped into her white coat, sat at her desk, and leaned back in her chair.

“I knew you’d call, Mum…” The phone buzzed in the middle of the lecture.

**Diary Entry** Just what I needed… Margaret lived alone. Children had never happened for her and her husband.

**The Cure for Sorrow** Lydia and Edward met at university, both living in student halls. They knew they’d