Competition One Winning Flash Fiction: Every Thing We Own
The winter I lost my job, my son was home sick from nursery. I made him a heart-shaped box from cardboard and folded a lottery ticket inside. “If we win I’ll buy you a proper present,” I whispered, cupping his hot cheeks. One by one numbers rolled out that weren’t ours. My […]
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