Lucius rode the empty train home, grateful for the
solitude. He’d slept poorly the night before, having been visited by the
children.
He’d been less disturbed by their grotesque forms than
by their continuously returning to the house.
Why couldn’t they simply stay
buried? He had, after all, sent their mother to keep them company.
This story was written for the weekly 55 Word Challenge flash fiction challenge based on three photo prompts chosen by this week's judge...me.
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