Author: Harlan Covington
The Noble Betrayer — An Illusion of Love We met when every infatuation felt like destiny. William was
The Hour-Dad: When Warmth Returns Edward noticed the boy in the supermarket by the bread aisle.
It felt empty, yet meant everything. Emily sat on the number 42 bus, cutting through the frost-covered
Unlatched Windows Emily hadn’t heard her own voice in months. When it came, it was hoarse and muffled
Lucy never felt guilty for merely being born. Yet the weight of how she came into this world pressed
Every morning at precisely 7:45, Albert stepped out of his weathered terraced house in a quiet corner
**Almost Good—But Only Almost** *— Running late again?* — Andrew’s voice on the phone sounded as if it
The dream began with a voice, distant yet familiar: “Edward, a christening in a fancy restaurant?
“Emily, for goodness’ sake, you already own four flats—why do you need another one? Where are Mum and
“How could anyone possibly ignore me?” fumed Charlotte, inspecting herself in the mirror as she touched