Harlan Covington

The rain lashed against her face, stinging her eyes. Olivia trudged forward, longing to be home.

**Uncle Paul, or Life Goes On…** Simon sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall.

**Driving Lessons** Emily parked her Mini Cooper by the office and hurried toward the entrance.

– Masha, are you nearly ready? Karina and Fyodor will be here any minute, – Sergei said impatiently

The Last Letter Emily never knew her father. When she was old enough to ask her mother about him, all

**The Pink Scarf** I buried my husband two years ago. He was seventeen years my senior. I was twenty-nine

Natalie woke a few minutes before the alarm clock rang. She lay still, steeling herself for the new day

The Call Mira finished her lunch, washed the dishes, and lay down for a nap. Her husband, Paul, had gone

The traffic had ground to a halt, a solid wall of unmoving metal stretching as far as the eye could see.

After supper, Emily curled up on the sofa with a book, sinking into the heroine’s adventures.