The night shrugged past AJ as he sagged in the doorway, invading the empty house and insuring no comfort for him, even in this protected sanctuary. Without Ara as a life-force, filling everything she touched with spirit, the building sagged with indifference.
AJ lit a lamp, moved to the kitchen, where he stopped. Here, Ara had been most powerful. Here he could still feel vestiges of her magic. AJ smiled finally, breathing in those fragments of happiness. He allowed himself five whole minutes of peace before he blew out the lamp and invited the night to cover all traces of Ara. He wouldn't stay much longer either. Without her, only the forest held his heart.
4 comments:
Very atmospheric, I could picture the whole scene and the night closing in... lovely!
Nice post Heidi. Makes me want to know more about Ara and AJ, and why she left. :0)
Aww that's quite sad and poignant, but I love the way you showed his emotions and brought the prompt into play. Great post!
Thank you so much for sharing this, Heidi. It sounds like there might be a sad story here!
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