The Book
This story has been submitted by David Grantley. He heard about 55 fiction from Yang-May Ooi’s blog, Fusion view. His interests include “literature and poetry, with everything else in life”. Thank you for the submission, David.
No sound but the pounding of waves against cliffs – but surely that was a cry: a seagull, a woman, a sheep in distress?
Alan resignedly closed his book, the outside turbulence irreconcilable with the story within. He wandered slowly back to the house where lay his family tidily murdered.
His book remained forever unread.
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