La vida

The Caretaker of Our Square Dorothy walked home in the early autumn dusk. The streetlamps, as usual

“We can manage two, and we’ll handle a third. I’ll pick up extra shifts. Or do you want to terminate

Love Till Death Emma stepped out of the shop, adjusting the heavy grocery bag in her grip as she walked home.

The Caretaker of Our Street Emily was walking home in the early autumn twilight. The streetlights, as

“Beating Heart” “You don’t have to go to the branch yourself, William. Let Emily take

Love Till Death Emily stepped out of the shop, adjusting the heavy grocery bag in her hand as she walked home.

A Trip to the Sea At fifty-nine, William Edward Harris found himself a widower. His daughter, Emily

**Love Until the Grave** Emma stepped out of the shop, adjusting the heavy grocery bag digging into her fingers.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Yes, I don’t want children. Aren’t we fine just the two of us?

**Mum, Don’t Go** After supper, Mum sat beside seven-year-old Jamie and hugged his shoulders.