The Words Of The Dead

Short Story

"How much?" He said yet again.

"Well since the bank ummm," she paused taking a deep breath, "the bank, uh, foreclosed on it, so, um, it's only a thousand." Her eyes landed on her shoes as the words softly left her lips.

"Oh." His eyes rose at the low price.

"Would you like it? It will only cost one thousand. So little. It barely needs fixed. Still brand new!" She dragged on. Only getting faster amongst her words untill they came out in a squeak.

He looked up at the Victorian style home one last time taking in everything. The curtains were pulled back showing the open living room with a fireplace and a marble stoned mantel. In the front lawn sat a white picket fence that didn't match the peach colored home nor the brown cobblestone path. The crack through the upstairs look out window, let the air come and go as it pleased.

"Enough already!" He turned towards her quickly getting annoyed by her fast talking. His eyes narrowed as her body shook.

"Sorry sir." She timidly whispered.

"Look I will take the home if you shut your yapper. Mom hand me the papers," he quickly snatches the papers out of her hands and signs them, "Next time I buy a house don't bother being my agent. After what you said to me ten years ago when I married Doloria, you have no right to be apart of our lives." With that he turned around and walked back to his black 918 Spyder Porsche. Settling in his seat he ran his fingers through his hair letting out a deep breath. Starting the car he turned on the radio drowning out the silence. Two blocks from his home the radio caught his attention.

"114 Dragon Field road the Manchester home burnt to the ground around 6:30pm this evening. No one knows how the fire started but Miss Manchester did not make it out."

He shut the radio off as the silence took over once again. The news slowly sunk deeper in his bones as a lone tear slid down his flawless face. Speeding home he parked on the side of the road and slowly stepped out. Smelling the awful stench of burnt charcoal and ruble as well as seeing it made him lose all ability to think straight.

He looked up noticing the dark rain clouds growing wildly above him. Falling onto his knees he started to sob when the first drop of water hit his face. Looking at him I watched.'I wish he could see me and know that I'm alright.' Stepping closer I gently laid my hand on his shoulder. I watched as he stood up and turned around to face me. 'Ironic since he can't see me.' I told my guardian angel next to me, who just shook his head.

"Please tell me I'm not hallucinating?" Confused as who he was talking to I looked around to see if someone else was here. "Doloria?" Looking back to Charles my face stared frozen scared.

"Babe it's me Charles." He whispered.

"You," I paused scared of his reaction, "You mean you can see me?" I looked to the angel Darwin. 'Is it possible?'

"Duh I can see you! My coworkers said you had died. I was so scared. But you're here with me now and safe. Not a scratch on your pretty brunette head. God I'm so lucky. You know a demon like me can only find happiness once." He kept talking.

I didn't want to break his happiness but I knew I was going to. I looked back to Darwin, 'I don't know how he can see me but I'm not letting this opportunity go.'

'You are going to interrupt the process of life if you stay for too long.' His deep voice spoke with a tremble. 'You don't realize the trouble a demon can create, so hurry quickly.'

I place my hand on his shoulder and look into his eyes. I could see the hope and love shine behind his black eyes. "My love I am not alive but I will always be here," I gently place my other hand on his heart,"I love you."

I slowly turned away, not being able to stand the sadness from the demon who captured me, taught me to love, and changed him to the man he is now. "Goodbye Charles," I whispered through the wind.

As I slowly start to fade away Charles whispered back, "I love you too." My heart broke hearing the pain in his voice. I wanted to turn around and hug him but England did not need a demon storming the streets.

I looked at Darwin 'Are you ready?'

With the shake of his head and the movement of his body, I follow him into the light of heaven.

THE END.