Her voice, delicate as a butterfly’s wings
Shook as she asked the pertinent questions,
When did it happen, where, how…
His look, dark and shuttered
Apologized for the pain he was about to instill,
“The road was icy…the cliff—steep.”
Desolation warred with anger
She’d begged him to stay off the mountain,
“Was his body, all in one piece?” the hitch in her voice barely noticeable.
Concerned yet confused, he raised an eyebrow
Questioning her unexpected gruesomeness, he replied
“Yes, it was a head wound that killed him…I’m sorry.”
Relief poured from her, wetting her skin
He would be back and she would be ready.
“Thank you, officer, you know the way out.”
The house was dark, the bags all packed
She sat in the parlor waiting for him to arrive,
A speech waiting to leave her lips before finding a new home.
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Is there something other-worldly in his coming back I wonder. I am glad she is ready to leave..and I hope that speech goes well..JaeReplyDelete
Well written piece that leaves you guessing. I suspect collusion and murder - but who knows unless you tell? Very crafty!ReplyDelete
That last line is so perfect!ReplyDelete
It sounds like murder to me too, but I'm left in the dark...ReplyDelete
Really nicely written and leaves us guessing! Good one. :-)ReplyDelete
Hmmm... what kind of being is he? Soaring from the heights of a mountain?ReplyDelete
Well done. I'm looking forward to more...
Clearly the him she is waiting to arrive is her number two man. He is probably complicit in the first's demise. Let's hope he has his wits about him.ReplyDelete
Beautiful scenario for us to ponder over.
Thanks everyone for stopping by and leaving a comment. :)ReplyDelete
This story is definitely paranormal in nature, now I need to get the characters to give me a bit more. ~wink~