#WritcoStoryChallenge
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?



How? How could *this* be her life? She hadn't realized how long she was gazing into the darkness... Was that her.. Her... Nope, couldn't be. He was 11 when he died in his mama's arms. She thought she had seen her youngest child out there. But that just can't be right? It's been 2 years since the boy that everyone loved, died..
But his outline certainly... It fit perfectly!
She blinked a few times - her son's outline was out there in the completely dark night... Then a street lamp flickered, and and there was no mistaking it. That was her boy. He died 2 years ago.
She dashed out, screaming her son's name. Running at the speed of light, catching up with the flickering light of the street lamp, and the determination to get to him.

As soon as soon as she got to the spot... He was gone. It was just her... Again