Harlan Covington

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

Dont even think of bringing your wife into my flat, Mum declared to me the other day. Jane Watson, my

Michael strode into the storeroom without knocking. Emily was mopping the floor, and as she straightened

Thats Nigels child This tale unfolded not so long ago, in a nicely kept flat on the fourth floor of a

THE EARS OF WHEAT About twenty-five years ago, when I was still quite young and, frankly, rather naive

The neighbour upstairs was an ardent fan of rock music, and for some reason, he found the early hours

NOBODY WILL HURT YOU Where on earth have you been? barked Peter as his wife stepped through the front door.