Lucius rode the empty train home, grateful for the solitude. He’d slept poorly the night before, having been visited by the children.
He’d been less disturbed by their grotesque forms than by their continuously returning to the house.
Why couldn’t they simply stay buried? He had, after all, sent their mother to keep them company.
This story was written for the weekly 55 Word Challenge flash fiction challenge based on three photo prompts chosen by this week's judge...me.