• The Postcard: Today’s Friday Fiction

    A short piece of fiction for this lovely Friday morning. Emily rolled over in her bed, the glare of the sun creeping through the sheer drapery that hung from the tall ceilings. As she stirred, she’d almost forgotten where she was for a moment, then she heard the movement of cars down below, the sounds of a sleepy city coming to life. She stretched. She had just succeeded at sleeping through the night for the first time in a week. She stepped out of bed feeling unusually peaceful despite what she’d been through over the last month. She’d been lucky to find this flat—small as it were—but she was here.…