Harlan Covington

“Thanks, Mum, for the Gift” Emily steps out of her terraced house and pauses to admire the

**One Step from Happiness** Olivia had always been pretty—petite, fair-haired, with a lovely figure and

In September, a new girl named Elsie joined the class. She was so delicate and fragile, like a wisp of

The Grey Mouse Abigail peeked out the window. Little kids were playing in the park, their mums chatting

Vera woke feeling unsteady. Snow fell heavily beyond the window. She was glad she’d gone to the

The Fateful Ski Trail The wheels of the suburban train clattered rhythmically against the rails as it

Lizzie stubbornly ignored the ringing phone, but Oliver kept calling again and again. “

Happiness Under the Bench Emily walked into the shop after work. With just four days left until New Year’s

**Diary Entry – 14th January** Why does love fade? It was there, wasn’t it? I was so happy I didn’t see

“Don’t Regret. If He Left, He Didn’t Love You.” “Won’t you freeze in that dress?