Avril found the carrier bag of photo negatives in the attic and decided to get them developed. When the photos came back, she saw the faces of relatives and their friends. All those people were gone now, yet here they were now before her, captured forever in print.
The clock always fascinated her. The background was blue and green enamel whilst the numbers, hands, animals and figures were gold. As well as telling the time, the clock told the passed of months and years but she never realise that.
It was Monday morning again. She lay in bed, having slept badly due to all the troubling thoughts. The alarm went and she turned it off. No work again today, she was too tried to face the world. She wondered if there was anything worth living for now.
The children called it the Witch’s House and told tales of a horrible old woman who kidnapped people and used them in potion making. There wasn’t any truth behind it but seeing the state of the house the tales were easy enough to believe.
From the first day of the aliens arrival the skies across the world had been darkened by clouds of smoke. Wars raged but in the end the invades won and mankind fall to death and slavery. The sky started dark forever more.
She sat by the river, playing with the one pence coin in her hand. She had found it on the walk here and it was good luck to pick up money. The penny wasn’t worth keeping though, instead she kissed the cool copper surface, made a wish and threw it into the river.