La vida

**Diary Entry** “No, Mum. You wont be visiting us anymore. Not today, not tomorrow, not next year.”

On a bitter winter night the wind howled over the fields of Bramley, a tiny village tucked into the Yorkshire dales.

Im sorry its come to this. “Oliver, are you sure youve packed everything? Should I double-check?”

The Nest of a Swallow When John Harper married Eleanor, his mother immediately took a liking to the new bride.

He slipped through the front door late in the evening and, without a word, set something down on the

**The Gaze of Green Eyes from the Past** I woke before dawn, stretching in the crisp morning air, surprised

Its 7:15am and I hear the thump of a closing suitcase. Halfasleep I slip out of the bedroom, assuming

I fell in love with the neighbour. My son wouldnt have any of it. What are you doing, Mum? Have you gone mad?