Worms are consuming my mind while I think about her goodbye from last time…
Maybe it was in her tone or her eyes, eyes that never locked into mine… She who is always fierce and proud was avoiding my contact… Probably she was scared I would see into her soul and discover something unexpected… Ohh these worms are tickling and I’m liking it!
We’ve been together for so long, sisters from different houses… So what are you hiding from me? I need some food to satisfy this curiosity! I must ask her!
I bet she can give me some, as if I needed an excuse to visit her house.
“Keys, keys, keys, keys to my lovely sister… Kiss, kiss, kiss to my dear…”
Oh… I really need a bite, my legs feel like noodles…
“Erica, Erica… Surprise!”
“What…? Get off me, George! I’m sleeping…”
“Who’s George? I knew you were hiding something! Someone? A boy? Boyfriend?”
“…”
“Hum… So where is he? I’ll get some snacks for us!”
“You…!?”
My hands are sweating, disgusting…
“Did you reorganized the house? Why can’t I find any food?”
“You… were…”
Erica is acting strange again! She can’t look into my eyes, is something wrong with her? I’m dying to meet this George! Maybe this George is a bad person! If so, I must protect her!
“Is this George here? I don’t see him, you can talk to me… We can protect each other…”
“…ahh…ahh…”
Is she hyperventilating? This George must be awful! I need to take her out of this place!
“Come with me… Let’s go somewhere safe!”
But where to go? This George may know our families and friends…
“Let’s hide in the cemetery, just like before! No one dares to go there this hour… Such a safe place!”
Her hands feel so harm or maybe it’s me that’s too cold…
“Come here, let’s hide behind this tree… Now tell me what happened? Who is this George?”
“You’re cold…”
“Yeah, sorry to freeze your hand”
“You look so pale, yet the same eyes…”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Just like that statues we visited in Greece… Chilli to the touch, imortal to my mind…”
I know there’s something wrong and she doesn’t want to tell me! WHY?
“Greece was amazing, we can go there next time! But what are you hiding? Look at me!”
“I’m so sorry I was not there… I love you so much…”
Her sudden hug broke me to pieces… Melted my heart… Filled my soul… And now… I know why…
“I love you too…”
Author's note:
I hope you've enjoyed this short story, I'm no professional writer and my mother language is not english, so feel comfortable to give advice and feedback.
More about me > https://linktr.ee/patriciamiyazima
At some point in my journey I claimed myself as a writer because of some small poems I did as a nauty kid who was always locked in the bedroom to reflect upon small mistakes... And locked it remained till my fifthies when I started losing people to life... And not only people, but also myself... I'm geting old and not ready to say goodbye before telling something to someone... Anyone that would read and connect with me. I thought of writing a novel, too bold for my fragile ego, so let's start small, let's me start telling you a tale, a short story, just to warm up my frigid hands.
Welcome to my... My name is Erica... Welcome to my "Erica, tell me a tale?", a collection of short stories about mundane things in life.
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