Fiction Author: Sarah Hunter

The old railway tunnel

I smelt it first, centuries old soot mixed with the tang of damp air. The entrance to the old railway tunnel turned footpath loomed, a black hole in the side of the jagged hill ahead. I’d left my house thirty minutes earlier following an unsettling call with my manager. Our conversation was still ringing in …

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In the garden

I found it in the garden. A small toy, no bigger than my finger. Pink. A fairy. The kind you might find in a cereal box. Before I moved in, the garden was wild. Ivy poured over the crumbling fences and an army of slugs feasted on the shoots that crawled across the ground. As …

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