After the miscarriage, Sarah and Simon’s marriage struggles to survive Sarah sat and watched him. He had clinically laid the table a minute ago. Making sure all the knives and forks were exactly the same distance away. Placing the pot stand, exactly in the centre of the table. Simon walked over to the table, placing the pan exactly on the pot stand. Not a millimetre off the centre. Things had been tough for the last year in the Parker house. Ever since they had lost the baby the pair had been on a different page. It started with a quick niggle at each other. A few cross words had grown into a full-scale war. The arguments lasting for hours. Always resulting in one of them spending the night on the sofa. Two weeks ago they had faced the final decision. Go their separate ways or make their marriage work. It hadn’t always been like this. Before pregnancy, they had been happy. Constantly in the bedroom, only wanting to spend time with each other.
The fan moved the still air, around the bunker. Since the crash of 2025, air had become a precious commodity. The irony of the wind generator running the fan in the bunker to circulate the stale air wasn’t wasted on Harper. The problem was the air that turned the wind turbine wasn’t worth breathing. Since the world had destroyed itself, the atmosphere contained chemicals. Chemicals that even the most robust living organism couldn’t survive. Still, the filtration machine cleaned the air and the fan circulated it throughout. The air smelt stale and it was always hot, but breathing it couldn’t kill you.
Part Three of Tommy’s Life Tommy sniffed the sweet sea air. He loved how fresh everything smelt on the beach. He licked his lips and tasted the salt. The small dog he had recently rescued from the shelter, ran by his side. Everyone stopped to talk to the guy with the cute dog. The wind blew the sand around his feet as he took another deep breath. The first relaxing breath he had been able to take for two weeks. Ever since he had been stopped in the subway by the policeman, after the Facebook challenge. His act of pretending to be the first aider, whilst killing his victims was over. This time Tommy had managed to escape the suspicions of the police. He knew he would not be that lucky next time. One more incident of Tommy being found at a murder scene and his mission would be over for good.
Rose was again drawn to the window as the flash lit up the street. She gasped in horror, who was that she had seen standing in the room with Joe and Gina. Behind them in the shadows. No, she had imagined it. There was no one there.
It’s dark I feel around me and can’t find it. Where has it gone, why has it left me alone? I’m going to cry I have been left with nothing. Everything I held dear, has left me. Left me alone to stumble around in this dark cage. The fear rises in my chest. I can’t … Continue reading The Dark – Microfiction
I was sitting drinking some sugary drink when Mother appeared. Taking a deep breath she started her normal drone about how I needed to get out more. How I needed to work more and pull my weight like my brother and sister. She had worked many hours setting our home up now it was time … Continue reading A Mother’s Love – Microfiction
Rose threw her legs out of the bed for the fifth time in one night. The baby wouldn’t sleep for more than 45 minutes. As soon as Rose drifted off she was woken again by the screams. Rose had never felt tiredness like it. There were times during the last couple of weeks where she has started hallucinating. It was only a bum change this time. Rose remembered how her mother had mocked her when she said she was using traditional nappies. She had risen her eyebrows and chuckled.