Copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy
She lifted her gaze from the screen to the candles and sighed. She found him this time. He showed himself when it mattered. The candles flickered. She felt his pain and remorse.
“I am sorry”
The whisper traveled through the years and distance. It hung in the night air. Then it was gone. The candles went out. She was in the dark except for the glow from the computer screen.
She sat silent, motionless, stunned. Then she put her head and arms on the desk and wept. Relief and sadness swept through her. She was free at last.
Poignant – and a little creepy. I like it.
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Very cool that you have chosen this as your format to start sharing your beautifully written prose. 🙂
Thank you very much!
That gave me chills! Keep on writing, I want to read more!
Thanks, Hillary! That’s great encouragement.
Ohhh, I really loved this! I have goosebumps!
Thanks! I like goosebumps. 🙂
I’m with ahtdoucette. Poignant and creepy.
Thank you!
i like the subtle way in which he made his presence felt and that she was finally able to find freedom and forgiveness in the end. great story. 🙂
Dear Lily,
An ethereal sweetness about this. It seems she faced the ghost of her past and was ready to move on. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle.
Dear Lily,
I enjoyed this story. Stranger things have happened.
Aloha,
Doug
Thanks Doug! Life is stranger than fiction. 🙂
Thanks for the prompt.
Lily, Lovely story of one who has reconciled with the past . You captured the emotion thoroughly. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
Thank you!
Dear Hafong, Great story which I think is so very sad, but well done. Thanks for the read! Nan 🙂
Thank you, Nan!
A sense of discovery and loss and final relief in this story. Well done.
Thanks for reading!
When I found this on Facebook I had to wonder who wrote this prose first. Have visited here and read your friends’ comments I understood the situation. Well written. “You found him” at last. I found Hokusai’s woodcut (perhaps) in a frame which you must have brought back home.
Ichiro san, this is just a story I made up using the photo to give me ideas about the story.