Someone There?A Story by TheJordBaker
Flash fiction, first piece I had featured in a magazine.
Dawn was hours away, but I was just relieved I’d been given leave to come here. I drifted up the stairs and stood outside her, OUR, room for a moment, debating whether or not to go in. She was asleep, not stirring at all, just breathing, soundlessly, beautifully. I moved close. The covers were tucked tight under her chin, embracing her soft, pale skin. Even without me, she stayed religiously to ‘her’ side; mine was untouched, clear and calling. I walked around the bed and sat with care, so as not to disturb anything. The sheets didn’t crease at all as I sat and watched her. The duvet vaulted ever so slightly as she inhaled.
On the bed side table was that picture from the falls. Our smiling faces, so happy, so full of adventure, imagining the eternal possibilities for our lives together. The portrait of me, geared up for war right beside it. That stern, hard-man pout she’d made me do. I smiled. She was still.
I rose, and moved back to standing over her. Such elegance, perhaps more-so than when we met, shy kids avoiding strangers at a party, drawn together. I didn’t want to bother a thing, she deserved her peace. But I couldn’t resist. I leant over her, felt her breath pass through me. Warmth of life. I kissed her cheek, daintily, wishing it was her lips. My passion passed through her face, I felt it chill, breeze against her skin. She woke, with angst, not delight. I stood back. She looked around, dismayed.
‘Hello?’ Finally her puzzled words evoked. Her pure tone, her melodious voice, Sirens would be jealous.
I wanted to shout to her, but it was futile anyway. Just see me, I lamented.
‘Please’ I whispered.
She sat up, spooked.
‘Anna I’m here, please’
She got up and shut the door, lay back down and shut her eyes. I faded out.
‘I love you’.
© 2012 TheJordBaker
Sunderland, United Kingdom
AboutI'm Jordan and I'm 20 years old. I am a poet and recently released my first poetry collection on Kindle (These Waters), as well as having some poetry published in other formats. I have also written s.. more..