Stories by
Vicky Hinault

I could hear her whispering through the anaesthetic haze. She said she loved every part of me. I wondered if she knew how much was missing.

Vicky Hinault (@vickyhinault) is a true word obsessive and is happiest when scribbling in her notebooks, usually about the underdog.

Under the stern watchful eye of her father she let her dry lips betray her now empty heart and muttered “I Do” to the man she didn’t love.

Vicky Hinault is an aspiring writer and existentialist.