Harlan Covington

The Fifth-Floor Lady Margaret Peterson thought she knew everyone on her street. Who was rowing with the

Claire! Claire, what on earth are you doing?!” Edward’s voice cracked with desperation. “

The Shame That Doesn’t Fade Eleanor Thompson wiped dust from her photo frame, capturing her younger

Outside the window, dusk gathered, yet Mother still hadn’t returned. Julia, twisting the wheels

**Diary Entry: Helen Archer** That’s ten years of silence. “Enough now!” I shouted, slamming

Arthur stood before the familiar door, unable to press the buzzer. A holdall weighed down his arm, his

“You no longer exist in this family!” Eleanor’s voice trembled with fury. “

I became an orphan at six. Mother already had two girls when she bore the third. I remember it all –

Wednesday, 4th of May The teacups clinked on the tray as I adjusted the rose quartz coaster for the third time.

“Don’t know anything, you’re listed as the father on the form, come and get the twins!”