The Perfect Meal
Julie’s first thought, when she heard Letitia was coming to Sunday dinner, was a horrible swear word she had not been sure she knew. Her second thought was one of such abject terror that death by firing squad was preferable. She hated cooking for her mother-in-law.
Closure
The shutter clicked into place for the last time. Lindsay removed the brass key from its little box, and dropped it into the little brown envelope, neatly stamped with the address of Smiths & Co., Administrators. She would post it on her way home.
The Greenhouse
She picked the flower swiftly from the stem, cleaving the head from the body like an experienced executioner.
Astray
It was an impossible flame. It should not have burned, not in a rain storm. Nothing should have burned in the clinging damp.