The view from apartment 95 on the Wednesday afternoon
She hopes the clamour doesn't wake the baby. Creeping up the hallway, she opens the door, her footsteps as soft as butterfly kisses. She tiptoes across to the cot. The small knitted blanket has been thrown aside, a one-eyed teddy smiles up from the floor. A slight breeze curls around her neck, thin white curtains billow in a ghostly whisper across the open window.
Winner of the 2021 WritingWA Love to Read Local Week Flash Fiction Competition.