Author: Harlan Covington
Dont come around here any more, Dad, she whispered, eyes brimming. Whenever you leave, Mum starts crying
George Turner wasnt hated at the depot, he was simply avoided. He was a sensible man, an experienced
Mary Reynolds, an eightyfouryearold grandmother, was perched on the bus shelter just a stones throw from
Emily, dont rush. Think it over once more, urged Aunt Liz, her voice echoing like a faded lullaby in
The blast was deafening. A cloud of blackness swallowed the ward, then, slowly, the shadows began to
Tom, its a girl, 7.7pounds! Emily shouted into the phone, her voice trembling with joy. I stood beneath
15June Tonight the river still haunts me, its dark water a mirror for the thoughts I cannot shake.
28June Im running lateagain. The meeting with the restaurants manager should have been twentyfour hours
The earth reeked of mourning and dampness, and each stone tossed onto a grave lid thudded like a dull
Did you see her, ladies, the woman in our ward? whispered one nurse, her voice drifting like a thin veil.









