Місяць: Липень 2025
Uncle Paul, or Life Goes On… James sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

“Jester” “Maisie, are you nearly ready? Emily and Oliver will be here soon,”

**The Pink Scarf** Valerie buried her husband two years ago. He had been seventeen years older than her.

**Driving Lessons** I still remember that morning. Emily parked her little Hyundai by the office and

“Clown” “Maisie, are you almost ready? Harry and Charlotte will be here any minute,”

The Last Letter Emily never knew her father. When she grew older and asked her mum about him, her mother

Everything Happens Elizabeth woke minutes before her alarm. She lay still, bracing for another day, just

**The Pink Scarf** Two years ago, Evelyn buried her husband. He had been seventeen years older, and she’d

**The Last Letter** I never knew my father. When I grew older and asked Mum about him, she only said, *”

The telephone call Molly had finished lunch and washed the dishes before lying down for a nap.










