Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Flash fiction by Emma - aged 14

I could feel the tears well up in my eyes and I just wanted to rip them out and crush them between thumb and forefinger, like an annoying bug. They were my weakness. Without sight I wouldn't have seen my baby die and watched my husband jump.


Copyright - Emma Tobin 2011

1 comment:

  1. Short but powerful. Very powerful. Really good!

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