Short Fiction: The Biscuit Box

‘I’m sorry, ma’am. Can you tell me what happened?’ Maddi Bellucci sits calmly. She stares down at her hands, watching them change colour – blue, red, blue – by the light of the ambulance outside. The paramedics are no longer in a hurry. In fact, one has made Maddi a strong cup of tea and is speaking to her in soothing tones. ‘Ma’am, is this … Continue reading Short Fiction: The Biscuit Box