FLICKERING LIGHT – Friday Fictioneers

 Copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy

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.