The bow scrapes across the strings, tentative at first, and faltering notes tumble into the twilight. As the prelude gives way to the melody, the bow glides back and forth, and delicate fingers caress the neck of the instrument. I remember those fingers, so long and pale, even in life. The violin sings its mournful […]
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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 […]
