By Parker
Smoke and my dead wife’s voice woke me. Flames danced in the mirror.
Dropping to the floor, I crawled to the window.
“Where are you going?”
My wife died a year earlier in a fire and I moved to an apartment. I tried to shake her voice out of my head.
The window was stuck.
“Jim, don’t leave me!”
I grabbed the metal lamp from the dresser and threw it through the glass.
Air whistled into the room and flames exploded all around.
On my bed sat the fire-ravaged form of my wife.
“Now you can stay with me forever, darling.”
Love it! Wicked and evil yet a love story!
Wonderful story.
Much to my liking. Reads like something you would find in a 1950’s E. C. comic magazine. My kind of stuff!