Flash Fiction, 500 Words, Horror

The Barbecue

The first thing I noticed was the heavy tick-tock that echoed around the room

Photo by Christian Wiediger on Unsplash

The carriage clock on the mantlepiece seemingly unaware of the tragedy that surrounded it.

The second thing I noticed was the hand. I would say someone’s hand, but it wasn’t, someone’s that is. Not at that…




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