Short Stories

Short 1 part 1.

The sin that killed Louisa Dearland.

March 18th, 1976.

I sit here, on this red leathered chair watching the man who killed me.

The diner's pink and blue neon lights flickered as the snow fell in thick sheets, scattering on the ground gathering in white puffy uneven humps.

With his black hair, slicked back. I remember how he only let one coil tumble on his face. He was oh so smooth and charming with a mega watt smile that could burn your insides.

That was then, this is now.

He was the too cool for school type even though he was brilliant. He was just, occupied. As were the rest of them and now, no longer am I.

Looking back at me he smiled and for a moment my head perked up and a smile beamed across my face until my final realisation hit.

He can't see me. Nobody can.

My head lowered itself back to fit in my crossed arms which I had slung on the head rest of the red leathered chair.

From there I watch a blonde girl rush out of the diner to meet him with another ditsy smile and large breasts that jiggled with every bounce.

I once had those.

He watched her intently as she ran to meet him with a smile of his own but it was fake.

The only real smiles he had were with me. I pulled a few strands of my own fading dark curly, hair and then watched over to the blonde.

Well that's definitely new.

How am I supposed to respond to that?

That tragedy that I see happening right infront of me.

How do I stop the monster that took my life from taking another's?

He was a beautiful monster but the answer is I can't.

I am dead.

He killed me.

That's why he can't see me. That's why nobody can see me. I am not even supposed to be here, but i can't help it.

I just want to enjoy some of the earthly privileges I had before he destroyed me totally.

So, who am I?

I am Louisa Dearland.

Who killed me?