We Used To Live Here

by Daniel Hurst

‘Every room has seen so much. All the highs and lows of life. The good times and the bad. If only the walls could talk, I’d bet they would have some interesting stories to tell.’

Don’t grow up too fast, kid. Things aren’t as simple when you do.

It’s William. He’s standing right behind the door. And he’s covered in blood.

‘I think I know what happened to him, and I know a few other people in this town who think the same thing as me. But there was no evidence, so nothing ever happened.’

I don’t know how, and I don’t know where they hid the body, but they killed him. I’d bet every last pound in my bank account on it.’

All I know is that I’ve done some things right and some things wrong, and I’ll probably carry on that way until the day that I die.

There is a body in this garden. It just doesn’t belong to who she thought it did.