Christmas, 1981

Flash Fiction, Short Story

My flash fiction piece ‘Christmas, 1981’, is live over at Ellipsis Zine.

The opening line is below:

I remember wiping away a film of condensation and peeking through the smeared glass to a driveway covered in slush and ice. What remained of the previous week’s snowfall was dimpled with footsteps and brushed with the orange glow of a streetlight. No fresh snow. A handful of houses in the street were leaking squares of muted light into the morning and I heard a dog barking in an unseen garden. Either that or my memory added the sound later.

Read the full story here.

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