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Haunted Visions
He showed up at my sister’s Halloween
party. With her. Ever since the
second grade I knew I would be the
one showing off the glittering two-carat diamond.
Choking on a cracker loaded with a pile
of dried beef cheese ball, I pushed through the crowd and out the kitchen’s
back door. Scantily clad in my Minnie Mouse costume, I hurried into the back
yard. The light of the full moon guided my wooden steps across the browned
grass. Dust and dry leaves scattered from my path with each gust of wind.
It
was supposed to be me.
How many times had he told my sister he
wanted to ask me out? Four? A dozen? I had waited for him to ask me. I was too
shy—too young to go out with an older boy. I had waited too long. Now my chance
vanished in the crisp cold air.
I settled on top of a crumbling stone
wall and tucked my legs beneath me.
Too
late. The love of my life is marrying another.
Hot tears stung, but I growled, willing
them away. I swore to wait forever, for there was no other. I’d dreamed of our
wedding—seen our two sons in my Visions.
How?
How could this have happened?
I peered across the harvested corn
field. Ashen clouds spread along the horizon, threatening the clear October
night. An uprooted tree rested a hundred or so feet away, brittle cornstalks
cut to knee height surrounded it and whispered their death woes.
“I’ll end up the same.” The words tore
through the thickening in my throat.
Mist the color of a headstone rose from
beneath the upended roots of the old oak, swirling and taking shape.
I blinked and blinked again, trying to
stifle the fear creeping up my spine.
A woman dressed in a black, high-necked
gown floated on the wind, the material draped around her legs fading into the
mist. Long sleeves hugged her arms, their ends caressing bony hands. Hair
parted in the middle and pulled back into a severe knot, she looked like a
Civil War widow. A bit of wispy gauze clung to the bun and cascaded to her trim
waist.
My heart pounded. I couldn’t move. A
trick? Hallucination? One of my Visions?
Haunted, hallow eyes the color of a dark
weeping sky met my gaze as she stopped before me, a breath away.
“Too long ….” she whispered.
I exhaled the breath I’d been holding in
a puff of fog. “W-who are you?”
“A woman who waited. Who loved and
lost.”
Waited—as I had. “Who did you wait for?”
Sadness filled the smile she offered.
“My Yankee soldier. He went off to war and returned with a wife.”
Tears pricked my eyelids again.
“My broken heart crushed me. Smothered
me.” She clasped her hands over her breast. “He was all I ever wanted.”
The fractured remains of my own heart
ached. “I … I understand.”
“Don’t waste away as I did.” Empty eyes
lifted to the house beyond me. “He’s found another—his fate does not match
yours.”
Fate.
I used to believe in it.
“And you should still,” she replied to
my unspoken thought, gaze returning to me.
A tear slid down my painted cheek. I
hugged myself tighter. “But I saw our sons.”
Her gaze bore into me. “You saw your sons.”
“W-what?” I swiped away the dampness from my face.
“You’ve the Sight, do you not?”
I nodded. Once I’d entered middle school
I stopped speaking of the things I saw. Everyone I told thought I was crazy.
“Then you’ve seen your sons.” Another
smile lifted her lips and she reached a hand to caress my blonde curls.
Understanding rushed through my mind.
“They’re not his.”
She moved back and whispered, “No.”
“But they have his blue eyes. His cleft
chin.”
“There are many such men walking this
earth.”
She’s
right.
Peace washed over me as a rain-scented gust of wind fluttered her billowing
gown and pushed the clouds closer.
“Please … won’t you tell me who you are?”
“Your aunt, too many greats to count.”
She raised her face to the pale moon. The mist crept upward, swallowing her
torso. “I must go, but I will return on this night next year. Things will be
different.” Her gaze returned to me. “Meet me here?”
“Yes.”
She faded from sight and a Vision
flashed through my mind—dressed as Lucile Ball I would climb onto the crumbling
wall, a baby bump resting on my crossed legs.
I gasped and the first rain drops in
over thirty days splattered on the stones beside me. Closing my eyes, I lifted
my face and let nature’s shower cleanse my heartache away.
I really hope this is a prelude to another story!
ReplyDeleteI'll have to think on that. ;)
DeleteThanks for commenting & best of luck!
I just love this. Like liberty, I'd love to see this expanded.
ReplyDeleteThanks antho bud! :) Honestly hadn't thought of it, but we'll see. Once I'm done w/ this WiP that is!!
DeleteFantastic story....i'm absolutely following in agreement....definitely want to hear the rest of this story !!! Great job Terri!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Krista. Really appreciate your taking the time to read & comment.
DeleteDon't stop there!! I am also hoping to hear the rest of this story! Love it!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your words of encouragement!! Means a lot. Thanks too for stopping by.
DeleteGreat emotion in such a short story. Good job, Terri.
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda. Looking forward to our release!!!
DeleteFollowing the crowd - the end of this would be really interesting! It's the kind of Halloween story I'd like - a little spooky but not creepy, and with the potential for sweetness! Well done :)
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Thanks Kaley & best of luck winning some goodies!
DeleteNice work, girlfriend. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Em!!!! You're the best.
DeleteSuch a sweet story! I'm glad she got her happy ending!
ReplyDeleteAnd? And?...I'm hangin' here...;)Thanks Terri for sharing your talent once again!
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Thanks for reading Alyson! Good luck on the drawing!
DeleteEnjoyed this story very much. Sometimes foresight is a matter of interpretation, huh? dmoncrief161(at)att(dot)net
ReplyDeleteCouldn't agree more. Thanks for stopping by Denise!
DeleteWhere's the rest of the story! I really hope that you continue it, I want to see what happens next.
ReplyDelete--Alicia
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It hadn't even crossed my mind 'til I posted it here & everyone says they want more.
DeletePerhaps I'll delve into this a bit for a future short w/ my publisher. We'll see.
Thanks so much for stopping by & best of luck!