La vida

“Who’s my real dad then?” “Hey, Emily, wanna go to the cinema this Sunday?”

*Diary Entry* “Don’t worry, I won’t stay long. Just a week or so until I sort out my own place.

“Who is my father?” “Liz, shall we go to the cinema on Sunday?” “

**The Flat, or A Family’s Tale** Emily trudged home from school, her mind racing—how could she keep her

You know, there was this weird moment I had the other day… I’d just left work, and the air was biting

And I used to like you… Lucy stepped out of the office and walked to her car in the car park.

A Difficult Decision “Nan, I don’t want porridge,” murmured Alfie, gently pushing his bowl

“Never Let You Go” “May I?” A young woman peeked through the slightly open office door.

*I Will Never Forget You* Lydia Thompson walked home in her unbuttoned wool coat, clutching a worn leather

Lydia Johnson walked home in her unbuttoned woollen coat, clutching a worn briefcase stuffed with her