Flash Fiction #168 – Slaughtering Unicorns

I lived here those years Celeste vanished. People reported seeing her. But never a picture. A picture of Celeste woulduh sold for millions.

Imagine my surprise when I open this balcony, and there she is: the most beautiful woman in the world, swinging a little girl on that swing.

Came out here with my camera many times.

Never did snap a picture. They was so happy, it woulduh felt like slaughtering unicorns.

Years later, found out that was her housekeeper’s home. Celeste hid out there after her miscarriage.

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