A Collection of Stories I'm to Lazy to Turn Into Books

Westbrooke

With eyes of soft chocolate brown, glowing faintly in the moonlight, and hair the same color as a raven wing, you sat beneath the oak tree. As I approached, you turned to face me, and your smile fell. You knew. We only met here once a year, the anniversary.

I crouched beneath the tree, and ran my fingers across the cold stone of a grave. The carved inscription read "HERE LIES BABY GIRL WESTBROOKE AND HER MOTHER AIMIELEE."

I pushed out a shuddering sigh and looked at you. You held a child in your arms, and the babe cried softly, causing you to gently sway her in your arms.

"We miss you," you said, as your turned to the grave.

"I know," came my choked reply. "I miss you too."

I stood and pulled off my wedding ring, laying it on the cold stone.

I turned toward you, but you were gone. Faintly on the breeze, I could smell the warm apple scent of your clothes. You reappeared by the grave and gently took the ring, looking at me with mourning.

"It wasn't your fault."

I shook my head. "Doesn't stop me from feeling bad, Aimielee."

You sadly walked to me, as if to embrace me, but then you vanished.

"It's crazy how 10 minutes progresses when you're speaking to the dead," came a voice from behind me.

I turned, and a man, with long white hair and pale blue eyes stared at me. The blue eyes contrasted with his caramel skin color. Immediately I knelt, mumbling prayer.

The man leaned on the tree and sighed. "I could give you more time, but you know the cost."

I reached up and felt the socket where my eye should have been. "No thank you, 10 minutes is enough to stave off the insanity for another year."

With that, I turned and walked back into the town, unready to face another year without my darling Aimielee.