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Once Upon A Time...
#WritcoStoryPrompt36
You passed like the wind, unperceived.
Like the summer leaving out of the blue. Taking with you all the warmth and love—and the memories.
Who are you again?
I can smell you around but—I can't see your face anymore. I can hear your laughter bouncing from the hallway walls, your footsteps, the feel of your rough hands against my skin—your whispers during cold, stormy nights when I couldn't sleep.
When the monsters in my head were awake, cackling and taunting.
"Tell me a story." I always ask you.
And there, you finally open that old desk with a locked drawer. You never leave it open for me to peak in. You said —"This drawer is a door to a different place." But where is it, is always the question. You smile at me and eventually, pull out a book—and you start to read.
"Once upon a time..."
I can...
You passed like the wind, unperceived.
Like the summer leaving out of the blue. Taking with you all the warmth and love—and the memories.
Who are you again?
I can smell you around but—I can't see your face anymore. I can hear your laughter bouncing from the hallway walls, your footsteps, the feel of your rough hands against my skin—your whispers during cold, stormy nights when I couldn't sleep.
When the monsters in my head were awake, cackling and taunting.
"Tell me a story." I always ask you.
And there, you finally open that old desk with a locked drawer. You never leave it open for me to peak in. You said —"This drawer is a door to a different place." But where is it, is always the question. You smile at me and eventually, pull out a book—and you start to read.
"Once upon a time..."
I can...
