Flash fiction

I wish you were here. It’s been raining continually all day. I wonder… if you would snuggle up with me on the sofa, and listen to the wind blow. Just like old times. ….. Your mum was here today. She seemed happy but I could see in her eyes the pain she tried to hide. […]

VISAGE. The night was dark and eerily silent. I walked in and glanced at the wall, my eyes gaping at the shape cast by the lamplight. The visage was scary: a man clutching a dripping knife. My heart ceased beating. I realised then, that my father had just murdered his wife. ……….. “Father?” He glanced