Harlan Covington

**Diary Entry** *Saturday Morning* A knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened it to find

The evening light filtered softly through the lace curtains. Emily set two plates on the dining table

**Thursday, 12th October** “Do you want sausages or scrambled eggs?” asked Catherine.

Evelyn was 72 when her own son turned her out of the house—all for one simple reason: she’d lost her job.

Mum, I can’t go on like this,” Emily said, standing by the window, gazing at the grey sky heavy with clouds.

“Just keep things running,” James muttered, his voice dull as he kept his eyes glued to his phone.

Olivia sat in the kitchen of her new flat, flipping through an old photo album. Seven years of marriage

Emily Williamson sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through photos on her phone. Forty years—quite the

A woman lived in a lovely cottage. Nearby, hydrangeas and petunias bloomed in the flowerbeds, their violet

Gregory faltered when he discovered the girl was a full twelve years younger than him. He was thirty;