Day : Ninety two. Wednesday.
Month : February.
The calendar must be yellowing , I'm not sure.
The office is the same : uncomfortable metal seats and a pacing inspector , my typical morning.
My eyelids slide shut ...
Clawed fingers wiping my tears ,
My malnourished body cradled : strong arms ,
“ It's alright , ”
Red eyes glowering ,
Tall shadow on the stair,
Fanged teeth ,
Flickering lights ...
“ Aye ! Saw him but still live , only survivor , ”
I'm not sure of that statement either.
My eyes slowly blink open , of course , it's the same scene : an inspector tapping his protuding belly. This one however is blonde.
He sets the phone down.
“ Tell me Avery , ya know good money can be made outta this, just gimme the sweet juicy details and me ,you ping ! Billionaires , ”
He heavily plops down on his seat and lights a cigar between his teeth.
“ How much ya want Avery ? Million ? Hundred thousand ? Ya understand whatcha just seen ? No soul ever recovered to tell Avery , just ya lucky lil ass , Avery , ”
The same words , the same coaxing and so I open my mouth to utter the same eleven words ninety two times . The same words that have changed my life but have the potential of doing much more...
“ Yesterday on the stair , I met a man who wasn't there , ”
He leans forward , his eyes narrowed with sudden interest , “ And ? ”
And the lights flickered , the wind howled and the door to his office burst open.
A panicking inspector already on his feet .
I sat numbly staring at him , at the corner he stood , red eyes glaring at me and fangs exposed.
Screaming,
Blood,
Hissing ,
Black , so dark , blank ...
“ You never learn Avery , ”
Whispers ,
My eyes slide open .
It's another morning : I'm not sure .
“ Aye ! Saw him but still live , only survivor,”
An inspector pacing infront of me . This one is brunette , on the phone as usual .
He sets it down.
I stare at the calendar. It seems to have grown mould, I'm not sure.
Day : a hundred and four , Wednesday.
Month : February.
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True word count : 334 words.
Short story based on Aiming to Engage prompts 2020 : Yesterday upon the stair , I met a man who wasn't there.
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