La vida

The first day of winter began with a sour twist. Emily had work ahead, but the weather was miserable.

**The Bouquet** Vera lay on her bed with her eyes closed. On the opposite bed by the far wall, Olive

The Bouquet Faith lay on her bed, eyes half-closed. Across the room, Olivia sat cross-legged on the opposite

Margaret Whitmore sat in her rocking chair, knitting needles clicking softly in her hands. Nearby, on

“Couldn’t Love Him Back” “Alright, girls, which one of you is Lily?”

The June Story It all began with a pair of children’s wellies, left to dry on the windowsill by my friend

**The Forgotten Happiness** Emma stood by the window of her tiny kitchen, staring at the grey autumn sky.

**KATIE** Gary rushed out of his flat and hurried toward the corner shop, eager to make it before closing.

**Not Meant to Be** *”You’re not going to be late, are you? What time are you leaving, Tom?

Forgotten Happiness. A Diary Entry Emily stood at the window of her cramped kitchen, staring at the grey