Amends.
“Jack?” She looks up at me through mascaraed eyes, smudged a little now.
“I'm here.”
“Pass my lipstick?”
I press it to her lips. She jumps, then smiles as I trace her mouth with soft pink.
“There,” I say. “My masterpiece.”
She giggles like a child, then her eyes find mine. “I – thought you weren't coming.”
I stroke the pale cream curve of her cheek. “I'm here now.”
Her lips are cool, fragile, beneath mine. And then she’s gone.
I don't know who I was to her, this “Jack” who hurt her soul.
But, maybe now, she can rest.
- Category: Horror, Chillers & Ghost Stories
8 comments add one below
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
This is yet another dream I had. I like the idea of helping someone who's lost or hurting to find some peace, and equally I think the concept that something small and maybe even trivial can hurt and affect someone so much is a valid one, so think this turned out quite well. I don't usually have so much trouble packing a story like this into 100 words though, really struggled - hopefully it hasn't suffered too much for it.
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Frenchie over 9 years ago
I have really enjoy it. Very nicely written and the I like the concept too. I also felt a bit of nostalgia, so, 100 words made you chose the best words for it :)
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Frenchie over 9 years ago
p.s. can't edit , so sorry about the typo. Pressed the 'add comment' button too fast
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Thanks, and wouldn't worry, everyone makes mistakes.
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Bryan Thomas over 9 years ago
Very well written, Jonathan.
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Thanks a lot.
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Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Good work, Jonathan.
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Ta.
