Category: Creative Writing

Get the fuck out of my house

They sat on the sofa, enjoying a second glass of wine the snores of their son from his nursery on the video baby monitor filling the air. The living room lamp flickered off, momentarily plunging the room into darkness, before coming back to life. The house was old, and electrical …

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