Harlan Covington

**Father’s New Wife** I held the wedding invitation in my hands, unable to believe what I was seeing.

“What on earth are you saying, Mum?” Emily shot up, gripping the back of the chair. “What do you mean

Granny Picked the Wrong Ones Lydia Whitmore stood by the window, watching unfamiliar children play in

**The Wedding Dress** “How dare you, Isabelle? How dare you try on my wedding dress?” Evelyn’s voice

Margaret stood by the kitchen window, watching her husband William tinker with some car part in the garage.

An Ordinary Day—and a Divorce Emily fills the kettle and absently wipes the kitchen counter, though it’s

Margaret slammed her teacup onto the saucer so hard that the tea splashed onto the tablecloth.

The phone rang sharply at seven in the morning, just as Lydia was heading to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

*Ten Wasted Years* “Bloody hell, Valerie!” shouted Emily, slamming her mug of cold coffee

**Diary Entry – 12th March** “Mum, open the door! Please, Mum!” My son’s fists hammered