THE GLORY-HOLE
Maggie
knew that downsizing didn’t mean just moving somewhere smaller, but she hadn’t
realised how much junk she’d accumulated. Every drawer and cupboard was
jam-packed with forgotten stuff.
“Most of
this should go to charity,” she muttered, wrinkling her nose as she flicked
through her wardrobe, and she filled several bin-liners without a qualm.
The glory-hole
wasn’t so easy, though there was nothing of value. She didn’t need Georgia’s
christening candle, or the scarf she’d worn to Mark’s wedding, and heaven only
knew why she’d kept those baskets, but how could she dump the clock that stopped
the day Derek died?
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Thanks to Rochelle for the photo prompt this week - I wonder if that cupboard is in her own home? - and for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/
My own week has been filled with the excitement of publishing my first novel on Amazon. A Volcanic Race is a fantasy suitable for teen to adult readers, and is available in print or ebook. If you like my flash fiction, why not buy yourself a copy for some relaxing reading during the coming festive season?
