I never was in love with Gillian. Just thought I was.

But once she expired in my cellar, it smelled bad. And after I buried her, I found the diary in the wall crack. All she wrote about was escaping.

A petite redhead exits the bike path alone every evening.

Shoshauna Shy has had her flash fiction published by Sou’wester, Fiction Southeast, 100WordStory.com and other places.