Prentice Orville

KATY George rushed out of the stairwell and hurried toward the shop. He needed to make it before closing—no

**A June Tale** It all began with a pair of tiny rain boots that my friend Lily had left to dry on her

The weight of the impending conversation pressed upon her mind like a gathering storm. Outside the window

**Diary Entry – 10th June** I watched James slump into the armchair, his eyes fixed on the floor.

Margaret Whitmore sat in her rocking chair, knitting away with quiet contentment. Beside her on the worn-out

“COULDN’T LOVE HER BACK” “Girls, fess up—which one of you is Lily?”

Barbara clenched the damp medical report in her fist, the paper wrinkling under her grip. The crowded

Margaret paced back and forth across the sitting room, unable to settle. For days now, Edward had been

“I did what I thought was right.” “Hello, Emma, can’t talk long—they’re beating up James!” The words

I realised that I still love him. Who would have thought my marriage could rekindle… after a renovation? I’