The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Bailey Hunter
I sit here with the dead, awaiting my fate. The light from this tomb casting the only shadows left in the world.
Each day the dusk hangs over the world, swallowing everything, swallowing the light and shadows until all that is left is the greyish, sickly pallor of consumption. It has been spreading for days across all the lands – silent death.
It hovers at the door now, and though the light from within this tomb is a warm amber, it offers no respite from the cold. I look around and marvel at my shadow on the wall, taking a moment to make silly shapes and give myself a smile. A show for the dead… and the soon to be.
The dusk has broken through the door, claiming the last of the light as my shadow slowly fades to nothing. I push myself up back against the far wall stealing every last second I have. Closing my eyes, I think of my wife in our garden, our children playing in the yard, filling my mind with a final burst of colour before it is all turned to grey and I am no more.
Fiction © Copyright Bailey Hunter
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More about Bailey Hunter:
Bailey is a publisher with Dark Recesses Press.
Dark Recesses Press is a publishing house dedicated to providing high quality dark fiction in its many forms to the reader. Our end goal is to impress and entertain, no matter what dark recesses we dare shine our light on.