“You really don’t mind mum? We got a great deal on the Christmas Eve flights. I know it’s the first one since dad-“
“Of course not love” Judy cut in her voice unnaturally high. She crumpled to the floor clutching the phone “you enjoy yourselves” she forced past the lump in her throat. #WriteCBC

The door slams at my back. I’m pushed onto the frosty street. My vision blurs as the sun’s sharp rays bounce off the pavement. Sentries of rotting leaves guard driveways on the long road to the bus stop. I swallow my discomfort with a lungful of icy air what can happen in broad daylight? #writeCBC

She gently traced her finger over his childish scrawl. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly as she read his last message for the thousandth time. Just enough to keep her frozen heart beating. She slid the card carefully into the drawer as her bored mask fell back into place #writeCBC