What would you do if the spirit of your lover’s dead wife possessed you? I’ll send a five dollar Starbucks gift card to the first three people who comment below 🙂
An ocean wave towered and crashed over a sun glowing pink. At first, the sun cooled, but then it burst, burning back the water until it was no longer an ocean, but a river running through a desert. Stephanie gasped as she woke up to darkness and heat. Was it a fever? She touched her burned neck and cried out in pain. “Bruce?” Her hand landed on an empty bed. Turning her head, she saw the clock on the nightstand glowing 3:33 in red. The picture that Bruce had flipped over was gone.
Pushing herself up on her hands, she heard a song coming from the stereo in the living room: Silent Lucidity. She hadn’t heard that song in–wait, she had never heard that song in her life. Why did it sound familiar, and why did her necklace feel like a ten pound chain? Her arms shook under the weight of it, and she forced herself to stand up. Stumbling around the room, she found her clothes and slid on her shirt and shorts. Her journal slipped out of her back pocket and landed with a thud. When she picked it up, cool waves washed over her and brought the feverish heat down. Sitting back on the bed, she opened the journal and read her poems by the glow of the light from the other room as if she were a stranger peeking at someone else’s life. She took the pen out of the spine of the book and scrawled, Sunset lights burn and possess unwitting stranger. Bruce is mine again. The handwriting slanted the wrong way. The words didn’t even make sense. Stephanie tore the page out of her journal and tossed it in the trashcan. She finished dressing, shoved the journal in her back pocket and walked out into the living room.
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