We wander, hand in hand, threading our way through the long grass. Watched by dead eyes.
Among the mossy tombstones, shadows flit like ravens. You tug at my hand, eager to be free.
A bedraggled child appears, beckoning, enticing you.
It is time to let you go. My soul mate.
Alyson is an ex-teacher living in the UK who writes noirish flash fiction and spooky tales. Her work has been published in several online magazines and anthologies. She is a confirmed chocoholic who loves old movies, art, her cats, and her son, but she is still useless at maths. See more at alysonfayewordpress.wordpress.com.