The child’s room was empty.
There were several playthings, including a music box, a doll house, and a wooden horse rocking to itself in the corner.
But there was no child.
“Are you sure you heard noises?” I asked.
The plump dame in the petticoat was adamant. “Laughing. Toys moving. Children playing.”
I made my way to the dresser, gingerly stepping over a makeshift cradle. “How long have you been running the orphanage, Mrs Grenville?”
“Thirty years.”
“And we’ve never had any trouble before,” she added sternly.
I ran a hand over the music box. Dust was already gathering on the lid. “And how do the children do here? I mean to say, are they content?”
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i just posted up Part 2 https://isabelcaves.wordpress.com/2017/04/30/flash-fiction-child-part-2/ I hope you like it.
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