Flood

You see them together quite a bit now, Carrie and your husband. You've watched them in the supermarket, perusing the saleable items; and in the café, their feet up to dry out on an unoccupied chair; and in the park, holding hands as they wade about, laughing, pointing out to to one another the squirrels looking down at them from high up in the branches of the tall trees with their giant hungry eyes. When did they cease all attempts at disguising how comfortable they clearly feel with one another? You're not sure.

I’ve a new short story ‘Flood’ in the latest edition of Bare Fiction.

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