They ate us out of house and home. Martha and the children would arrive in the middle of the night, Frank left behind in a drunken stupor. We would hear the Volkswagen coasting up the driveway, the engine running on empty. And after a couple of weeks, we were too.

Karen Schauber writes flash fiction and curates Vancouver Flash Fiction: an online resource hub for flash fiction writers and enthusiasts. Read her at KarenSchauberCreative.weebly.com.