Harlan Covington

**Diary Entry – 12th October** *Bloody hell, James, you took the wrong turn. We should’ve gone

“I knew you could hear me, Mum,” whispered six-year-old Oliver, tugging at his grandmother’s sleeve.

**Rain Brings Good Luck** After a sweltering summer, a chilly and damp autumn arrived, bringing biting

“You Only Have Yourself to Blame, Mum” Emma was frying burgers when the doorbell rang.

A Break from Loneliness Margaret woke late. Her first thought was that she’d overslept—her daughter and

The Final Sacrifice “Mum, I need to talk to you.” “That sounds ominous.”

The Christmas Surprise Emily hurried home, barely noticing the icy pavement beneath her feet.

Nathan pulled his Jaguar to a halt outside the shopping centre. Stepping out of the warm interior was

Polly climbed the stairs to the second floor of the office, relieved not to bump into any colleagues.

James had been staring at his phone for ages, putting it off. Finally, he took a deep breath and hit