Harlan Covington

“You’re not my mother, that’s all!” “Why can’t you mind your own business?

**Diary Entry – 12th October** Bloody hell. Another argument with Mum tonight, same old tune.

**Diary Entry – 12th April** I paused at the entrance to the building, catching my breath.

**The In-Laws Came for the Weekend** “Mum, have you lost your mind? What in-laws?”

The Daughter-in-Law Got Her Fired Margaret Whitmore sat on the bus, gazing out at the familiar streets.

The rain tapped steadily on the roof of the countryside cottage when Margaret Wilson heard a timid knock

Emma Thompson stood by the window, watching the neighbor hang laundry on the balcony across the way.

Three Days Without a Call Valerie Thompson checked the phone for the fourth time that morning, lifting

“A Stranger, Yet the Closest” “Eleanor Whitaker, have you lost your mind?!”

**Love Through Loathing** Margaret Whitmore stood by the window, watching her neighbour, Eleanor Dawson