My Writing

When she got into work, after an early and cold commute in the January frost, the message light on her phone was flashing. An insistent red reminder of the night before.

His wife came out of the kitchen, wearing a dress. Unusual.
“Hi gorgeous,” she said, with lipsticky smile.

The dragon stared back at her. It had vibrant red scales covering its body and a devilishly forked tail. Its eyes were as black and glossy as oil.

When she heard the key in the lock, her stomach twisted and lurched. Flash fiction by Faye Williams.

She came home to say goodbye to her mother. But returning to the place she’d grown up would mean confronting a past she’d spent years trying to forget.