Tag: Flash Fiction

From this corner of the house, the corner furthest from the nursery, I can see the track that leads to the forest. The forest at the back of the house is impossible to ignore, especially when you live this close to it. The house seems to coorie away from that dark deepness like something small…

She wanders on the clifftop, lingering near the crumbling schoolhouse. Deserted now for fear of the advancing ocean. Their place. Safe. Far from prying eyes and prejudice. She senses movement, turns to speak his name. But no answer returns, no figure emerges. Only ethereal shadows of children play, their muffled tones echo amongst the ruins.…