JUDITH, MY BRIDE by Moira Carter
Posted: February 13, 2015 Filed under: micro fiction | Tags: ghost story, haunted, lost love Leave a commentThe house did not stand alone, it was loneliness itself.
Judith howled horribly upstairs to me. It echoed around our former matrimonial home; it was enough to wake the bloody dead.
‘You’d be late for your own funeral?’ she screamed with laughter. And I was going to be if I wasn’t careful.
Judith always stated the obvious but it wasn’t difficult to do that with me, as everything I used to do was obvious; now I was an enigma but that comes with the territory.
‘I don’t want to go but I don’t think I’ve got a choice,’ I smiled weakly back, trying to not sound haunted by my own remarks.
Judith floated up the stairs and joined me on the bed. I sat with my head in my hands.
‘You’ve no choice,’ she whispered softly.
‘Yes-I don’t want to let the others down, especially as they are expecting to let me down- all the way to the bottom.’
‘Nice to see you’ve still got your sense of humour, even if you haven’t got all your limbs.’
‘Oh yes,’ I realised, ‘I better grab them from the closet.’
She took my hand and I immediately felt calm. As she stroked it I went into the bathroom for my teeth, eyes and hair.
She tried to wipe a bleeding tear off my cheek but I was too busy trying to not look gaunt and pale for her. I gathered myself together into a suitcase and we left with my other hand in hers.
On our walk to the cemetery- as she faded in the moonlight never to be seen again- images of the shadows of the outline of the visage of Judith, my bride, remained in my receding memory.
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