**The Door Will Not Open Again** “Mum, open the door! Mum, please!” Her son’s fists pounded
**Ten Years Wasted** *Diary Entry* “Bloody hell, Valerie!” shouted Emily, snatching the mug
The Uninvited Party Margaret Whitmore adjusted her third outfit of the evening before the mirror when
**Diary Entry** Matthew pulled up to the cemetery gates and let out a deep sigh. God, how many times
Matthew pulled his car up to the cemetery gates and took a deep breath. How many times had he meant to
*A Bouquet of Daisies in November* Emily tightened her dressing gown and stepped to the window.
I’ve been married for four years, and all this time, my husband has been the perfect partner—so
The Uninvited Party Margaret Whitmore adjusted her third outfit of the evening in front of the mirror
**Diary Entry – 25th March** The airbag slammed against me with a deafening thud, and for a moment, I
– Lydia Whitmore, how could you let this happen? – the neighbour, Margaret Holloway, shrieked in the