Tonight, I found myself lost in thought, the glow of passing cars painting streaks of light against the window.
Clashing Personalities “Don’t be late! What time are you leaving, Matt? Matt…” Emma tugged
Barbara clutched the test results in her fist, the paper damp with sweat. The hallway of the clinic was
A June Tale This story began when a pair of children’s wellies, which my friend Poppy had left drying
**Just Didn’t Click** *”You’re not going to be late, are you? What time are you leaving, Jim?
James sat in his armchair, staring blankly at the floor. His head throbbed from the argument, and anger
**Diary Entry – 12th October** Mum just doesn’t understand. “Emma, why on earth are you wasting
She was about to have a difficult talk. Outside the window, the lights of passing cars flickered, while
Helen paced back and forth across the flat, unable to settle. For days now, Daniel had been coming home late.