Snow Globe: A new short story by Danielle McLaughlin

The initial instalment of funding hit my bank account on a grey Monday in mid-February, eight months after the children’s father left. I put Aoife and the baby into creche three mornings a week. The first morning I rushed home and sat on the sofa by myself, keeping very still. In the bathroom, alone, I washed my hands slowly, watching the suds slide between my fingers.

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