Fireplace

Posted: March 12, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror

I hadn’t been up to the old family cabin in years. First order of business was to clean out the ashes in the fire place and get a warm blaze going. I never did get the fire started. Instead I sat there and shivered. There were bones buried in the ashes. Tiny bones. Human bones.

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