La vida

The Blame Lies with the Rain By mid-afternoon, the sky had darkened with thick clouds, and by evening

**Diary Entry – 12th October** *Bloody hell, James, you took the wrong turn. We should’ve gone

A woman nearing seventy walked into a clothes shop. Her hair was unkempt, her clothes worn, her sandals scuffed.

**Diary Entry** *Friday, June 10th* The medical school had been buzzing for a week about the upcoming

Hunger clung to them like a shadow, but every night, under the moon’s quiet glow, he hid a sack of flour

The Blame Lies with the Rain By afternoon, the sky had darkened with clouds, and by evening, a light

“I knew you could hear me, Mum,” said six-year-old Oliver, tugging at his grandmother’s sleeve. “

“I knew you could hear me, Mum,” whispered six-year-old Oliver, tugging at his grandmother’s sleeve.

**A Daughter for Herself** Faith stepped into the flat and listened. She quickly shrugged off her coat

I knew you could hear me, Mum,” whispered young Oliver. “Gran, will you tell me a story?”