Photo by Mihály Köles on Unsplash
by Jude Higgins
“The final time our stepmom sent us to get lost in the forest, we had no phone to navigate back. Dad didn’t care where we were — he lay on the sofa, drunk as usual. Later, we were convinced the trees were watching over us and sent each other messages through their mycelium network to open up a path out. And what of our stepmom and our dad? Years later their bones were discovered in the oven of a ruined cottage made from gingerbread and covered in Stinking Smut fungus. We had a lot of therapy, so we’re okay now.”
Jude writes, publishes and edits very short fiction. She is published in many lit mags and anthologies, founded Bath Flash Fiction Award and directs the small press, Ad Hoc Fiction and Flash Fiction Festivals UK.
