Behind the Cupboard Door | Microfiction | Ellie Scott
She had to stand on tiptoes — on top of a stack of books, on top of a dining chair — to reach the forbidden cupboard. What might lay inside, she wondered. Chocolate? Sweeties? Chocolate-covered sweeties? She pulled open the door and yelped. There was a little head, eyes open and empty, mouth slack, dried crusts of blood running … Continue reading "Behind the Cupboard Door | Microfiction"
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