Harlan Covington

**Destiny…** **Penelope** Late May, and the summer heat had lingered for weeks. Penelope boarded

**My Flesh and Blood** Margaret adored her son and took immense pride in him. Sometimes she marvelled

Three Letters Without a Return Address The day was still, not a breath of wind, no rustle of leaves

The Enigmatic Painting Lydia sat in the back seat of the car, gazing out the window. Her spirits were

The Nasty Old Woman Emily stepped out of the cab and waited for little Alice to scramble out after her. “

**From the Diary of Edward Whitmore** Gloria stopped me as I stepped into the garden, her face pale. “

“Walking in His Footsteps” “Mick, what’s wrong with you? Look at this—English, a D

She Returned — Son… — I’m not your son. Don’t call me that. My name is Andrew. — Andrew… Andy… Son!

“Man Up, Will You?” “Bloody neighbours at it again—three in the morning! Can’t you

“Managing Love Life” “Mum, why are you making such a fuss? Daniel said he loves me.