The grand halls of Wellington High School carried the faint aroma of polished wood and wealth.
Eleanor surveyed her reflection, adjusting a grey tweed suit. Today Charlotte turned thirty.
Emily sits by the window observing the street traffic. Buses squeal identically while pedestrians rush
**Friday, 15th October 2023** Sat by the window most of the morning, watching the buses grind to their
“Anthony, step in here!” The bloke’d called on the intercom. Anthony knew he was for
Every evening at the same hour, a lad would pass by an upscale restaurant in London. He never requested anything.
Eleanor knocked at my door clutching her shopping bag, shaking her head. “Charlotte, whatever is happening?
The Right to Be Wrong Emily discovered her father’s affair entirely by chance – the day she skipped
Right, okay so listen to this – I was at home that day because I’d skipped school to go with my
**Diary Entry – 12th March** I’ve been headmaster at St. Catherine’s Primary for nearly twenty years