The Boy in the Painting

Chapter Fifteen

‘Wait in the garden for me, Michael. Do not go anywhere,’ Lady Williams said sternly. ‘Alright, mother,’ Michael replied. ‘But mother, where are you going?’ ‘It’s a surprise, darling,’ Lady Williams smiled broadly. Excitement ran through Michael. For the first time in many years, he returned her a smile. He watched her walk back inside more »

Chapter Fourteen

I heard a voice.  A voice of a boy. A young boy, whose voice had yet to break. He was humming a nursery rhyme. I could feel my skin prickle. It was the feeling one would get when watching a horror movie.  I lifted my head higher, ‘Jamie? Jamie, is that you?’ I waited for more »