After a long walk home, under heavy rain and deep mist, the skeleton arrived to his estate. He paused by the iron gate and looked for his keys in his pockets as he had the habit of doing. When he sadly remembered that he was just a skeleton, he passed through the bars like a ghost. Nature had swallowed the garden whole. The trees and bushes grew in a thick tangle and the gnarled roots of the trees looked like skeleton claws. He made his way through slowly and with a struggle. Ivy chocked the terrace and covered every path and window of the house. The tree branches were intertwined, making a vault above the skeleton's head like the archway of a cathedral.
The skeleton peeked through the kitchen window and saw his wife alone in the kitchen eating supper by a scanty fire, just like in his dream. He was surprised to see that she hadn't aged very much. He guessed that he had probably been gone for ten years.
The skeleton snuck into the house while she was asleep and hid inside the bedroom closet. He was relieved to be back home. His wife's clothes smelled of rosemary and lavender. The scent reminded him of the hot summers he spent in the garden sleeping in the hammock.
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Short StoryThis is a modern age fairytale about an unexpected couple. She's a lonely mermaid who is just trying to find love and he's a skeleton haunted by his past. She doesn't know how to love and he thinks that he can never love again. Sometimes you just ha...
