By CR Smith
She sits in her armchair picking at the worn arms listening to the clock tick. Sun streams through the window, through the net curtains, casting elongated patterns across the faded striped wallpaper.
The odd shapes flicker like an old movie watched in silence. The shaft of light highlighting dust particles dancing in mid-air buoyed by the draft drifting through the window.
A thin layer of grey coats the mantlepiece and all her mementos. It would have worried her once, before retirement from housework following decades of continuous service.
What a revelation to discover the layer of dust remains constant.
CR Smith’s work has appeared in Ellipsis Zine, Spelk Fiction, Zeroflash, The Cabinet of Heed, and Drabbledark: An Anthology of Dark Drabbles.