By David Lowis
Colleen closed the windows. Outside, trees bent in the wind as clouds laboured across the leaden sky. In growing darkness, she warmed her hands over the fireplace.
She took a mug of tea into the living room and switched on the table lamp. The amber glow illuminated a photograph of Terry, her late husband. Colleen kissed her fingers and touched the photo. She thought of the lies she told when people asked why she was happy living alone in the cottage.
She sat down, noticing the curtain flutter, as if the wind was still getting in. But she knew it wasn’t.
Beautiful imagery wrapping a touching store.
Thanks for reading and for your kind comments, Susan.
Very atmospheric and as Susan said beautiful imagery. I could see the whole scene and sense Colleen’s sadness.
Thanks for reading and for your kind comments, Constanée. Much appreciated.
Lovely story
Thanks for reading and commenting, Richard.
A well-written, emotional ghost story. It’s very straight-forward prose that does an excellent job of setting the mood and the scene. Nice story!
Thanks so much for reading and commenting, Christopher.