Too Much Care Emily woke to the scent of frying onions and an odd clatter. The room was dark, but beyond
“Who Broke Grandad’s Lamp?” Grandma Margaret’s hand slammed onto the oak table in the living
Margaret had never been fond of her son-in-law, David. A brash fellow from the sticks who knew little
“Don’t you dare speak about my mother like that!” David slammed his fist on the table, making the teacups rattle.
Elaine stared into her tea as Claire slapped the palm of her hand onto the cafe table, rattling the cups. “
The Daughter’s Return “I’m leaving, Dad.” Emma’s voice trembled, but her eyes burned with
**Too Much Love** I woke to the smell of frying onions and a strange clattering. The room was dark, but
*First Coffee, Then You* Sasha burst into the kitchen like a man possessed, eyes sparkling with the manic
**Tuesday, 15th May, Overcast** Valentine from next door leaned in, whispering across the hedge. “