Joining Amber Haines as we seek our written voices. Playing with fiction and the prompt “Stairs”. I know I’m not doing the abstraction exactly Amber…but…I’m having fun. Feeling a character forming…maybe a longer piece to come?
“False image of myself, I beg you: Kill“. She reads it aloud. Then over and over.
A prayer. A mantra.
Kill. Kill. Kill.
She turns around and he is there, watching her. It can’t possibly be chance.
“You didn’t imagine it” she breathes.
Her voice heavy almost hoarse with the weight of it.
“But you won’t imagine it again”.
Rattle passes through her chest as final breath. She climbs the stairs, cries herself to sleep.
Something smells like death.