(100-word flash fiction)
She surveys the bench-top, disgust billowing within her. All the evidence points to his visit. Mess, filth. Disorder.
She has to find a way of keeping him out. 114 more words
We open the house after a couple of years.
Spider-webs, furniture covered with old sheets and a skeletal kitchen greet us. My thoughts go back to the days, when the house reverberated with sounds – cackling laughter of children, my mother-in-law’s tyrannical instructions to all for doing things in a certain way and the cribbing of servants in corners. 45 more words