Short Story: Distant Memories

Clock

Distant Memories

She stood still. Frozen. The unfamiliar surroundings swirled in front of her unblinking eyes.

“Please.” He startled her, and suddenly she remembered to breathe again.

She looked down at the middle-aged man lying on the floor. A vague recognition passed through her. She knew that face. Where did she know that face from?

“Please.” he pleaded again.

She stared at his pale face, contorted in some strange way that she recognised as pain. She looked up to the clock on the wall. The seconds hand appeared to be moving so slowly she wondered if she was dreaming.

“Where am I?” she asked no-one in particular.

“Help me. Please.” The voice seemed to come from far away, or it was travelling very slowly to her ears. She turned her head back to where the sound was coming from, but her eyes remained firmly focused on the large white wall clock. Almost half past three. Was it morning or afternoon? She couldn’t remember. Continue reading

Short Story: Perfect White Teeth

Ghostly

Perfect White Teeth

It was the smallest of thuds, but it startled Julia from her sleep. She lay wide eyed, completely still in the darkness, holding her breath. The pounding of her heart seemed to rock the whole bed. She listened to the silence, waiting to hear the noise again. Nothing. Of course not, she must have been dreaming. She finally let her lungs release the air they had been holding and sank back down under the duvet, letting her body relax.

Thud.

She jerked upright and froze in a sitting position. There was no mistaking it this time, it was definitely a noise, and it was definitely coming from downstairs. She pulled herself slowly, silently, to the edge of the bed and let her bare feet rest on the carpet.

Thud, thud.

Julia’s whole body jarred. She scanned the grey shapes surrounding her, trying to get her eyes used to the darkness, hoping to find some clue of what to do next. She had no idea if her legs would be able to hold her upright, but she knew that she wanted to be wearing more than just a t-shirt right now. She grabbed a pair of jeans from the pile of washing at the side of the bed, and stepped into them. Leaning against the chest of drawers she steadied her trembling legs, and crept over to the doorway. Continue reading