You think you are walking on solid ground.
Until the rug is violently pulled from beneath your feet.
Hearing of Gilham's suicide a trapdoor opens in Molly's mind.
She tumbles into darkness.
How did she miss his depression?
Her last words to him - "Foolish old man" - echo around her brain.
This is the 23rd of my Humpbuckle Tales, a series of 50-word stories that can be read alone, but if you read them all you will start to see a bigger story unfold. They are not always written in chronological order so you may need to exercise your brain a little to see where they fit in time.
Later today I will be posting an author reading of my first 10 Humpbuckle Tales, so watch this space!
I am not currently running a Zapfic contest, but if you would like to write microfiction (any story less than 100 words) please feel free to tag me. I will check it out and if I like it you'll get an upvote and a reblog.
I really do appreciate the time you take to read my posts, and love it even more if you leave me a comment!
Have a fantastic day!