**Diary Entry 3rd November** That day, a woman I hadnt seen on my doorstep in years turned up.
“Honesty is a fine thing with you, Evelyn!” burst out Olivia. “So last summer, our
“Youve got a fine sense of fairness, Margaret! So our kids roasted in the garden last summer, we
**Diary Entry** I suppose you dont really understand children these days! “Hello, Margaret, I see
Left behind by her father during a tempest at the age of thirteen, Emily returned years later with an
The sky drizzled softlylike a delicate curtain of rainas people hurried past with umbrellas open and
**Diary Entry**For months, our daughter lay in a coma, the doctors offering no hope. Standing by her
**Diary Entry** The day we buried my husband, a fine drizzle fell. That small black umbrella did little
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 that read how terribly the sender had missed her