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Tell Me A Story – Part 5

Hey everyone,

This is the last post for Tell Me A Story.  I might do something else in the future but for now I have a bunch of other projects that need some TLC.

 

Amber sat in the small closet.  She had managed to find an old bottle of wine at the funeral parlor and had crawled into the first space she could find.  Some part of her knew the cars had all gone and somewhere the service was going on, but that part was small.  The rest of her was drunk as can be and wallowing in self-pity.

“Hello?  Amber?”

In her haze she heard a voice calling her name.  She wondered if it would find her or if she should find it and giggled.

“There you are,” the voice said.  She saw William as he opened the door to the small room.  She giggled again.

“Poo, you found my hiding place.”

William smiled at her.  “I had help.  Now come on, your sister needs you.”

Amber slowly got to her feet and stumbled slightly.  “She is dead.  She never needed my help.”

William shook his head and grabbed her hand.  He led her outside and in the hallway she glanced in the mirror, trying to make sure she looked decent enough.  With a shock she realized there was no reflection of William.

**********

Kadin glanced helplessly at the priest.  Much to his chagrin the priest was sitting to the side, scratching his nose and staring at the cross of Jesus.  Super.

He turned back to the crowd, searching for the image of his wife but there was no one.  He made one last attempt to swallow the lump in his throat and coughed.

“Many of you…. Many of you know that Sarah was kind and generous.  She could see the good in everything.  Even me.  Even this town.

“I was with her, when she died.  Her last words were ‘I love you’.  There is something about a person at those last moments, something that reveals who they truly are.  And she was good to the core.  I want to be worthy of that goodness.

“I miss… I miss her so much, but I know she will watch over this town and send love as long as she exists in heaven.”

He could feel the lump getting bigger and he went to sit down.  The priest nodded and continued the sermon.  Kadin closed his eyes and imagined he could see Sarah.

“She misses you too,” Someone said.  He looked and saw William, smiling warmly.

“What the hell do you know about Sarah?  Don’t patronize me.”

William put both his hands up and whispered soothingly, “Easy now.  After the ceremony we need to talk.”

Kadin stared at the casket and tried to ignore the voices around him.  There was nothing to say to this man.  He did not know who William was but there was no reason to speak.

“Kadin, you cannot go on like this.  You will need to move on soon or lose Sarah forever.  You need to give up the ghost before it is too late.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Kadin asked, his voice rising a little higher and now even the priest was looking at him coldly.

William looked at him kindly.  “This is not real.  You don’t exist anymore.  You need to let go of this life and go home.  She is waiting for you.”

Kadin felt his breath catch and he stood up.  Everywhere he looked there were sympathetic eyes, and they seemed almost hollow.  Sarah’s family had pale skin but this had to be real, right?  He was not dead!

“Kadin it is ok.  Tell my sister I say hi.”  Amber came up behind him.  Her face was streaked with tears but she held her chin up and back straight.

He looked at her, pleading with her to tell him everything was real, that she was real.  He walked up to the woman who looked so much like his lost love and kissed her.  He willed it to be real, willed those feelings to rush back to him.  Pain meant he was alive.  The touch of her lips, the bite of his teeth, it was real and solid.

As he pulled away from Amber he caught a glimpse of them in the window.  Only she showed.  He looked around at the crowd of people in the church, but in the mirrored image only the woman showed.

His screams filled the room and Amber fell to the floor sobbing.

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  1. June 27, 2012 at 12:27 PM

    Whoa, did not see a supernatural twist coming, at all!!
    Pity it’s over, but great cliffhanger ending.

    • June 27, 2012 at 1:38 PM

      I ended up doing it as a ghost story because I am going to try and enter it in a halloween-esqe magazine after I clean it up. But agreed that part of the fun of this method is there is no real planning ahead, so nothing can be given away. It is the ultimate twist and a terrific practice for any writer of any length work.

      • June 27, 2012 at 2:15 PM

        Good luck with the entry for the magazine.

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