Keziah loved the way the permanently waving woman entered every room of the dolls house with a joyful greeting, for the husband with legs splayed, never looking up from his newspaper, the child lying on its stomach, feet kicking the air, reading a book with unturnable pages. Undaunted by her disappointing life, the woman seemed to dance to unheard music,
her arm raised in ecstasy.
Today, Keziah finds the woman in the loft, separated from home and household. Her painted lips are downturned, as though all along she had been waving goodbye. Keziah wonders why she never noticed this before.
This story was shortlisted in the July monthly micro fiction competition.
About the author:
Alison Wassell is a flash fiction and short story writer, longlisted, shortlisted and placed in various competitions and published by Reflex Fiction, Retreat West, Bath Flash Fiction Award, The Cabinet of Heed, NFFD and other random places.