Mountain Nocturn

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Mountain Nocturn

 

She came here again today.  I watched her silently from behind the rocks.  She didn’t know I was there waiting to surprise her.  How could she have known?

It was the last days of autumn and the setting sun brought with it a chill.  She walked slowly down the path toward me, deep in contemplation.  Every few moments, she stopped and looked at the mountains that stretch past the horizon.  She shook her head gently, as if to cast out some troublesome memories, and finally sat on the stone.  Her stone.

She was very still but I could sense the inner turmoil, some painful past that would not heal.  Were those tears?  She wrapped the shawl around her to protect from the cold and softly wiped her eyes with her hand.  She removed a trinket from within the folds and held it in her lap, grasping it tightly.  She began to cry again. 

The darkness was almost upon us.  I was sure that the surprise of my presence would change her mood. 

I carefully moved to the top of the rock I was hiding behind and looked down at her.  My heart was racing, and it seemed like time was standing still. 

Perhaps it was a gust of wind or a falling pebble.  Something nudged a primal instinct in her and she turned and looked up at me.

Her eyes widened with recognition as she jumped to her feet.  She opened her mouth to make a sound, but it wasn’t until I leapt and tore into her that the screams began.

 

 

Billy Haake

Charlotte, NC


Submitted: June 07, 2021

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