Still by Julie Astronaut

Freya stood at the edge of the path and looked up and down the street. 

‘Hello? Anyone?’ she called into the wind. 

It had been 7 days since she had been home. It was very quiet here. No one was around by the looks of it. 

Quite scary in a way. 

Freya walked towards her house. She could see the front door hanging open. Alighting the step, she smelt its presence. 

‘Mum, it’s Freya’, she said as she pushed the door wider. 

Stepping inside she realised that all she had been shown since she left had not been a dream. 

Published in Issue #23

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