Harlan Covington

**Diary Entry – 15th December** The air was biting cold as I left the office, my breath forming little clouds.

“Who is my father?” “Liz, shall we go to the cinema on Sunday?” “

The First Day “For me, have this child. You know I can’t have children…” The first day of

Lydia Whitmore walked home in her unbuttoned wool coat, clutching a worn leather satchel filled with

**A Worthy Suitor** Emily stood by the window, staring at the empty yard. The trampled snow sparkled

A Terrible Mistake Emily woke to a sharp pain. Just before waking, she’d been dreaming something important—but

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