The marriage fractured after their little girl’s death. He needed a new house in which to start over. She could not leave the place where her daughter drew both her first, and last breaths. And on still days the old tyre swing would move to the peal of a child’s laugh. © Liezel Graham 2018.
At home, Gabriel only ate the red M&M's. The other colours all terrified him. His exasperated mum wrote it off as 'just another of his autistic quirks.' He couldn't tell her that the angry lady with the piercing eyes, always ate the red ones during his ABA sessions; 'rewarding' him with the other colours when... Continue Reading →
Flora was a busybody. Nobody at the Garden Club could stand her. Nothing was ever to her standard. Frank had had enough of her griping about his fuchsias. Weeks after she disappeared, even the police were impressed with how they bloomed. 'Aye,' he said, 'new bonemeal.'.