The Gingerbread Girl

by Sheila Newberry

attracted the flies. The young nurse accompanying her placed a steadying hand on her back. ‘Take your time,’ she said kindly. ‘But me mum will be waiting.’ Cora’s lip trembled. She felt the sudden onrush of hot tears to her eyes. She recalled her mother’s face, white and anxious, the evening eight months ago, when the ambulance men rolled up