Harlan Covington

**Diary Entry – 12th March** Polly stopped by the corner shop after work, just picking up a few bits.

**The Inheritance** The old, spacious flat buzzed with unusual activity. The doorbell jangled again and

With a sleek leather suitcase in hand and an air of self-assurance, Oliver Hartwell strode through Heathrow Airport.

Growing up, I wished my life had a bit more… refinement. My best mate Sophie’s dad was a consultant in

WHEN LOVE MEANT LETTING GO: GOODBYE, MY SWEET BOY. THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING! I’ve been staring at this

For years, I gave a homeless man breakfast—never imagining how that kindness would one day return to

I thought my life was settled at 64—until my dog returned with a horse and a secret history.

“Mum, maybe we should just let Gran go and get lost? It’d be better for everyone,”

**No One’s Fault, or Just the Way the Stars Aligned** Oliver held the restaurant door open, letting his

She left me with the child and ran off. Oh, you… Overslept, stupid old…” Mary groaned