La vida

Gillian stopped by the shop after work. She didn’t feel like cooking, but she had to feed Emily.

Happiness in the Palm of Her Hand Lauren studied her reflection in the mirror: an angular face, a long

It’s all because of the Italian air… Lydia was a quiet, plain girl. Even her mum admitted she’d been

Bad Shift Geoffrey didn’t just step out of the car—he practically oozed onto the pavement. Three routine

**Diary Entry** “And what did you ever see in him?” Grace stepped out of the shop and was descending

**A Twist of English Air** Lydia was a quiet and plain woman. Even her mother admitted that nature had

**Happiness in the Palm of My Hand** I stared at myself in the mirror—long face, sharp nose, thin lips

The wind howled through the streets, biting and relentless. Emily sprinted from school, her breath forming

The hospital room was dimly lit, the faint glow from the bedside lamp barely touching the girl’s face.

Night calls always set my teeth on edge. Decent folk don’t ring at such an hour unless the world’s ending.