**A Stranger, Yet the Closest** “Emily Whitaker, you must be joking! This isn’t right!”
At seventy, I learned that the worst thing isn’t an empty house, but a full one with people who don’t need you.
Eleanor Whitmore lives alone and constantly complains to her neighbours about her ungrateful daughter
**Farewell** The deaf and darkened night faded, inching closer to the inevitable moment of parting.
She Can’t Lie Under the Cathedral’s Dome Back in school, Robert was hardly a model student, but he aced
“Daughter” The sun hung low over the winding road as Leonard slowed his car, spotting the
Unflappable After her divorce and splitting the flat with her ex-husband, Emily found herself moving
The Wife Without Status Miranda checked herself in the hallway mirror, smoothing her hair one last time.
Love Through Hatred Margaret Whitaker stood by the window, watching her neighbour, Evelyn, hang out the
**Diary Entry** I still remember her under those church arches—how she couldn’t lie beneath them.