The church bell stopped tolling two days ago. Mother thought it meant that the distemper had left us, and would plague our city no more. Father thought that the churches had become overwhelmed, and we would be left to rot in vast pits sunk into rotten ground. Father was right – even now, I can […]
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Flowers on the Sill (Free Short Story)
Natasha had kept flowers on the windowsill in the front room for as long as I’d known her. She’d move the flowers around the house to suit her mood, but it was always the ones on the front room sill that gave the clues – yellow carnation for disappointment, or begonias for dark thoughts. She […]
