Flash Fiction

Whispers of rain crept down the window as they snuggled further into the duvet. It was one of those moments where they could have been the only people in existence.  “What shall we do today?” he enquired. She sighed contentedly. “Mm, stay here. All day.” Her lips eagerly sought his as their boisterous six year old breezed into the room. “Yuk Mummy, why are you kissing Daddy? And, just like that, life found them again.

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