Author: Harlan Covington
He found it around the corner of a house, darting between piles of rubbish in search of food.
“Dont forget youve lived in my flat your whole life.” “Oh, here we go again.
The rain fell softly on the day we buried my husband. That little black umbrella couldnt shield the loneliness
Hearing footsteps, Olivia swiftly deleted the messageone that confessed how desperately the sender missed
She mewed softly, hopefullyas if pleading for helpbut passersby either didnt hear or pretended not to.
**Diary Entry 3rd November** That day, a woman I hadnt seen on my doorstep in years turned up.
The sky drizzled softlylike a delicate veil of rainwhile people hurried past with umbrellas raised and
Early Autumn Morning on a Workday – The Town Still Yawns, but Tires Already Hum on the Country Road.
Late autumn, early morning on a workdaythe city still yawned, but tyres already whispered along the country road.
The father noticed a bruise beneath his daughters eye and made a callhis son-in-laws life was about to unravel.
Life sometimes hands us unexpected gifts. My story began one night while I was asleep, and my dear friend