"Are you ready to listen?"
Her voice is calm, but commanding; louder than thunder, but softer than the flap of a butterfly's wings; mightier than the rush of a great waterfall, but gentler than a mother's touch to her crying child.
It's the first thing she has said.
Not an insult.
Not an answer.
But a question.
A simple question.
It will change the way you think.
It will change the way you act.
Your thought answers before your words do, echoing through your soul out into the vast emptiness that lay behind you.
"I want answers. So...yes."
"I am ready to listen."
She nods, and stands up. She walks over to the hearth. She looks up at the items gathered on the mantel, an expression of deep thought on her face.
She grabs an object and walks back to sit down.
You notice what she has grabbed from the mantel.
A doll in a red dress.
YOU ARE READING
Days Between the Tomorrows
HorrorThere are many stories that go unnoticed in the world. Stories made of pain. Stories made of sorrow. Stories made of grief. Stories made of war. All stories have a beginning, but most do not have an end. What seems the end of one, is simply the begi...
