La vida

A woman went to visit her old friend from university. It was her birthday, and everything was wonderful

Margaret Taylor pauses at the entrance of her building, catching her breath. The shopping bags drag at

“Like a Suitcase with a Broken Handle…” “Tom, don’t come over anymore. Alright?”

Every evening, right on the dot, a lad shuffled past a posh eatery in London. Never a request slipped his lips.

Margaret Whitmore gazed out the bus window at the familiar streets of Manchester. Every morning, the

Margaret stood by the kitchen window, watching her husband Edward tinker with something in the garage.

Elizabeth Whitmore sat on the bus, gazing out at the familiar streets of Manchester. Every morning, the

**Diary Entry** *How Like a Suitcase with a Broken Handle…* “Oliver, don’t come to see me anymore. Alright?

**Eat My Sorrow** Alice hated working with children more than anything. It was exhausting, tedious, and

Two Destinies Emily wandered the streets of a foreign city, clutching a small piece of paper like a lifeline—her