MemoriesA Story by ChrisA short flash fiction horror piece, about a man struggling with the loss of a loved one.She came on a drunken summer night. Her white silken dress fluttered in the wind like my window’s curtains, and just as sheer. I tried to look away, unsure if she could see me watching. The way she stood there I doubted it. Or she didn’t care.
Come.
I heard her whisper it. She stood twenty feet away and out the window but I swear I heard her. No one else in the room to whisper, it must have been her. I cautioned another look but she stared past me. I took another shot of whiskey.
Come outside.
Definitely her. She wanted me to come outside. She wanted me. And I wanted her. I wanted her so bad though I knew nothing about her.
Come outside and see me.
I did. I did it, but not because I wanted to. At least, I think I wanted nothing. I told myself to turn back but my legs moved on their own. They just stood up and walked. They walked out to my wife. Right off the balcony’s edge. © 2013 Chris |
StatsAuthorChrisSt. Charles, ILAboutI'm from St. Charles out west of Chicago, but for school I made the big move to Wisconsin... or as I call it, out north of Chicago. Despite not having a dog or an awesome beard, or a life story that m.. more..Writing
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