**Monday, 12th June** *”Fancy some sausage or scrambled eggs?”* Charlotte asked.
**Three Women, One Kitchen, and Not a Drop of Peace** Monday was mine, Tuesday for Mum, Wednesday for
Emma sat at the old oak table in the living room, cradling her husband’s pocket watch in her hands.
In a remote corner of northern England, where the fogs of winter shroud the moors and summer brings swarms
Late one evening, the phone rang with an eerie shrill. I lifted the receiver, and a voice, frayed at
Diary Entry, 14th October 1952 Thornwick, a windswept coastal town where the sea bites the cliffs and
Emily quickly surveyed their cottage. Everything seemed in order, the children’s bows were tied neatly
The Leash of Discord “Daniel, get up and walk Baron—I’m not a robot!” Andrew Carter
**The Awkward Daughter** “Laura, have you dragged home more of your fabric nonsense?”
Lydia sat at the old oak table in the snug living room, cradling her late husband’s pocket watch.