**Diary Entry: For Mum and Little One** I found him tucked behind a house corner, just darting between
**Diary Entry** The day we buried my husband, a fine drizzle fell. That small black umbrella did little
“Don’t forget, you’re living in my flat and always have been.” “
The rain fell softly on the day we buried my husband. The small black umbrella I clutched was no shield
After my husbands funeral, my son took me to the outskirts of town and said, Get off the bus here.
“Dont forget, youve lived in my flat your whole life.” “Here you go again.
Early Autumn Morning on a Workday – The Town Still Yawns, but Tires Already Hum on the Country Road.
Late autumn, early morning on a workdaythe city still yawned, but tyres already whispered along the country road.
Hearing footsteps, Olivia swiftly deleted the message on the phonesomething about the sender missing
After my husbands funeral, my son drove me to the outskirts of town and said, Get off here.
Hearing footsteps, Olivia swiftly deleted the message that read how terribly the sender had missed her