When Mum Holds Hands with the Trespasser

by Denny Jace

Frozen – my favourite book. 

You hummed it so I threw it away; buried it deep in the rubbish bin so mum wouldn’t see.

At night you slither into my bed, size me up, shed your skin. Scales flaky and dry, virulent confetti to sully me.

Pizza – my favourite food. 

I smelt it on your breath; vomited, ruined my dress; buried it deep in the rubbish bin so mum wouldn’t see.

Mum’s in the kitchen cooking. You slither closer to me; whisper, ‘shall we play a game?’ 

Tonight, I pray for Eye Spy, in the hope that mum will see.


Author bio: Denny Jace has been writing since June 2019. She writes flash fiction and short stories, and is building up to her first novel. She lives in Shropshire with her husband and two (grown up) children. Most of her days are spent reading her stories to Maude and Stanley, her two faithful dogs. Her stories have been highly commended, Winner of Retreat West Micro Flash Fiction 2020, runner up in Lightbox Originals and published in Ellipsis Zine, Capsule Stories and Cabinet of Heed. 

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