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ALYSON FAYE: Anniversary

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The couple sat on the bench, one at either end but tethered to each other. Sudden sleet feathered their coats, turning them ghostly. Snow-blinded, I blinked. Now, the bench was bereft, except for a spray of primroses.

“Bye, Mum and Dad,” I whispered.

The wind grabbed my words, taunting me.

Alyson lives in the UK with her family including her rescue animals. She works as a tutor/editor. Her dark stories have appeared often on the Horror Tree, and varied anthologies, most recently ‘Night Frights’, ‘Were Tales’ and ‘Don’t Break the Oath’. She’s often roaming the moors with her Labrador, Roxy.

ALYSON FAYE: Flight

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The group stood waiting under the trees. Around them the sky dimmed to an ombre sunset. The mother rocked her daughter, staring at the sea.

This time, surely, the boat would come for them.

The two brothers and father scanned the bleeding horizon.

In the distance, their town burned red.

Alyson lives in the UK with her family including her rescue animals. She works as a tutor/editor. Her dark stories have appeared often on the Horror Tree, and varied anthologies, most recently ‘Night Frights’, ‘Were Tales’ and ‘Don’t Break the Oath’. She’s often roaming the moors with her Labrador, Roxy.

ALYSON FAYE: Tombland

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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.