Published: 06 Aug 2018 › Updated: 06 Aug 2018
Oblivion
Lily slammed down the photo. George’s ugly face was gone. Air whispered through the open window.
Just one jump and she’d fly. The guilt wouldn’t hurt any more.
“Lily? I’m scared!” Alfie’s voice quivered.
Sighing, she closed the window and went to comfort him. He needed her.
“I’m coming, sweetheart.”
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