Flash Fiction – The Bell Tower: Memory Revisited
“Casey, wait up!” I called. Running a head was her style.
It had taken a long time but I finally decided to bring her to the Bell tower. I had a thermos of hot cocoa and two mugs in my bag. It had been at least 10 years since I had been here. A lot happened in that time.
The best to happen was Casey. She was my light. My joy.
The worst had to do with my mom. The police finally found her. Turns out she had a lot of skeletons and they finally caught up.
Sucks for me.
- Flash Fiction: The Belltower (jenniferjrandolph.wordpress.com)