Hush, My Darling

by Leigh Kenny

It also contains British English spelling and grammar, which some readers may also find upsetting.

There was nothing left that he could take. Nothing for her to fear. Death, said her mind. But she didn’t fear it.

This felt like the start of every horror movie she had ever watched.

“That fuckin’ yellow coat,” Finn said, shaking his head, his mouth split in a grin. “He’s like the Georgie Denbrough of the Wicklow hills.”

It was always innocence that got brutalised.

“Hammibal Lector.

The absence of something can never truly be felt until it returns and makes its presence known.