Місяць: Липень 2025

**The Meeting** “Miss! Miss, wait! Stop, will you?” Olivia turned to see a young man in a

**What on Earth Do You Need It For?** “You’re calling *me* heartless? *Me?* You’re the one

“Made a Pig’s Ear of It” “Do you mean to tell me this bloody dog matters more

“Would you look at the state of you! More like a pudding than a proper wife!” Oliver scowled

**The Bouquet** I lay on my bed, eyes half-closed. Opposite me, Olivia sat cross-legged on her bed, reading

The Encounter “Miss! Miss, wait! Do stop!” — Emily turned and saw a young man in a flat cap

**Lost Happiness** I stood by the small kitchen window, staring at the dull grey autumn sky.

“Look at the state of you! More like a dumpling than a proper wife!” Oliver scowled at his

**The Bouquet** I lay on my bed, eyes half-shut. Across the room, Emily sat cross-legged, reading aloud

– You’re not going to be late, are you? What time are you leaving, Jim?! Jim… — Chloe tugged at