Harlan Covington

Youre fifty now. Who on earth would want you? my husband used to chuckle. But I decided to find out for myself.

Diary Entry 18th October Back in secondary school, I was the terror of the playground. My name is Alexander.

Every man has his own secrets. Some might sneak a tenner into an old sock. Some will tell white lies

Lucy, hi! Make room for your guest, my sister said, nudging her suitcase into the hall with her foot.

Mother will be living with us, and thats the end of it, declared my husband. Yet by evening, he was packing his bags.

Margaret Parsons called on Thursday evening. James answered the phone, talking for about ten minutes

On the day I brought the cake to my sisters flat, my key jammed oddly in the front door. I assumed it

Youre retired now. You should be looking after the grandchildren, her daughter declared. But her mothers

Tom came home at half past six. That in itself was a positive signnormally, he didnt show up before eight.

The Door Peter Edwards gazed, bewildered, at the door before him. What was he doing here? How curiousthe