Harlan Covington

Jane was dusting her husband’s study when her cloth knocked over a pile of papers. Sheets scattered across

The key jiggled in the lock, and Emily tiptoed into the flat, trying not to make a sound. The hallway

“No, no, and absolutely not!” Victor paced the tiny kitchen like a caged animal, hands flailing. “

Margaret carefully reached for the ripe apples on the branch. Her back ached as it always did, but she

Emma slammed her fist on the kitchen counter, sending ripples through her untouched tea. The china rattled

Margaret Thompson gently unfolded her daughter’s wedding dress from the wardrobe, tracing the ivory

Wednesday, October 18th – Leeds, England “Right then, my son-in-law’s off again?” Margaret Thompson bustled

**Home to the Son, Resentment to the Daughter** “Mary, what are you going on about? As if you’d

Dear diary, Last evening, Margaret, my mother-in-law, surprised me with her usual blend of praise and

March sun peeked through the curtains, casting warm beams on the freshly painted walls. Emily stood by