Silhouette

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

The ash and dust is spreading but nobody knows why. Right?

I can remember his smile, voice and his weird messed up laughter. I cannot remember where he came from. Somehow he just appeared. He enjoyed staying in his garage, which he considered to be his kingdom, where he was the king. His clothes smelled like the garage, but not like the king. His laughter was something hypnotizing and you could drown into his eyes if he looked at you. His garage was off limits and nobody knew what secrets he hid inside.

 

One day I found him sitting on the roof of his house. I kept looking at him and I knew he was looking for something too. Was he searching for constellations in the sky or thinking why there’s so much smoke from the city? He flicked his cigarette off the roof, looking like one of those fire flies in a dark forest. 

 

The weather got worse every day but he didn’t change his outifts like the rest of us. He didn’t seem to be shaken up from the news. The ash and dust was filling everything, but nobody knew where it came from. It sort of just appeared. People started getting sick. Severely. The coughs would keep me up at night even though I lived alone. Nothing made sense. The ash and dust were spreading.

 

Strangers, neighbours and family members got sick too and I knew it was going to reach me as well some day. They soon had to evacuate the city. People were walking around aimlessly, trying to find a place to go. All I did was hide myself. 

 

I stopped seeing him. He might have fled away as well. I haven’t stepped outside for a long time now. People are roaming around with eyes full of glass and void. I am scared to look at them because whenever I do, they come closer. I hide under my window and can only see the silhouettes of their shadows on my wooden floor. How did we end up like this?

 

A new day arrives just like every day, ignoring my pleas and prayers. The world was quiet and calm. It was less scary. I exited my safe zone and walked to his abandoned house. I was not surprised by the looks inside. The ash and dust had gotten in as well. I saw a house plant that was slowly turning to ash, one speckle at a time. I saw the garage door in front of me. Is he in there?

 

The garage somehow made sense but also made me nauseous. Bizarre symbols were done on the walls with blood which I prayed wasn’t his. There were scratches on the concrete floor with even more absurd symbols, accompanied with a human skull and spine, by the looks of it. The ash and dust were moving like it was windy.

 

Somehow I forgot why I was there. Who I was, who I had been and who I was going to be. Only thought in my mind was the silhouette of him in the background in all of my memories. I caught the cough as well.


Submitted: August 19, 2021

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