This week, Drabble Wednesday steps beyond the realm of the existent
into worlds beyond…
Debt Collector
The man in the black coat waited. At the end of the street,
his white gloved hands resting on his walking stick, a derby hat upon his head.
He stood still, though the wind plucked at his coat, his silver eyes staring.
I remembered those silver eyes.
I remembered the last night he stood waiting. The night of
my unholy bargain. Now it’s time to pay my due.
Well, he won’t collect
anything from me. I shan’t go out tonight.
I take my tea into the drawing room. Silver eyes stared at
me.
“Hello, James. I was tired of waiting.”
~*~
The Visitor
My sister died a year ago.
Horribly.
My family shut away her existence, even refuses to whisper
her name. They shush me when I try to talk of her, and I see their looks of pity.
I ignore them now. I am simply glad they granted me the gift of her mirror.
I hung it on my bedroom wall, over my dressing table, where
the sun can catch the gilt finish and make it shine. Where I sit and stare into
the polished glass, remembering. Where I smile, laugh, and cast her name to the
heavens.
Where she answers me.
~*~
Sunshine
Skittered particles of dust, like sparkles on a lake
surface, shifting, shattering inside sunbeams. Suspended in air, visible as the
light passes giving form to the insubstantial. Whispers of what went before,
the aged dust of humanity, hovering, lingering.
Caught.
In the gossamer net of the sun, exposed. A minuscule river,
flowing, bobbing, desiccated powdered remains, of what was once flesh and life.
We were washed away, but now reborn specks of matter again, fragments to be
certain, but alive, aware. For one moment in the sun. Before we disappear to
the nether beyond.
To the world of the dead.
© A. F. Stewart 2016
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