Grandma? Grandma?" Someone is tugging at her skirt hem.
"Ah?" She snaps out of it, still somewhat tangled in her haze of memories. She stares down at the eyes, widened with a mixture of eagerness and fright.
"And then what?"
"And then?" She asks, puzzled. And then what? Nobody's ever asked her that question. It's always been the end of that.
"What happened after?" The child reiterates, like she's the young one and he's the senior.
"After?"
"After." The child confirms, and she stares at him.
"Ah. After." She sighs, then opens her mouth again.
After.
YOU ARE READING
Water and Wind
FantasiEvery year, in the old log cabin in the heart of the woods, a face appears at the window. A haunted face, illuminated by the light of the moon with the backdrop of the dark forest. It is the same story each year, the same cabin, woman, circumstances...
