Flash Fiction Friday – The 08:10 to Waterloo
Flash Fiction Friday – The 08:10 to Waterloo
My eyelids crack open and the cupboard on Millie’s side swims into view. She sweeps in wearing little more than a towel, grabs a hairbrush and sweeps out again. I call after her, I tell her that I love her, hoping that if I say it enough times then perhaps it will hold some meaning again. Indiana Jones crossed a chasm with sheer faith, but I think even he’d struggle to bridge the gap between my…
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