She Calls To Me

Alone I walk an unknown route,

My late wife guiding every step.

She calls to me with arms outstretched,

She calls me to eternal rest.

 

Please do not grieve when I am gone,

I am content to fade away.

My loving wife she calls to me,

She is calling me today.

 

Towards the light I turn my face,

And leap into her arms,

My beautiful wife she calls to me,

She calls me to my grave.

Short Story: A Mother’s Nightmare

“Jessica! Jessica where are you?”

Scrabbling through the undergrowth I broke out into the open field. Frantically scanning the area I noted a dot of colour in the distance…

“Jessicaaaa!”

Bursting into a sprint I rushed towards my daughter. Tears streaked behind me as I ran, the icy wind whipping them away. I pushed my body to go faster, ignoring the intense burning ripping through the muscles in my legs.

 

When I reached my destination I all but collapsed. Stooping low I reached out to her, willing her to be alright, but as my fingers curled around the shoulder of her coat I realised something was not right. There was no warmth; in fact there was no resistance beneath the coat.

“NO!” I screamed. Cold dread filled my body as the pile of clothing in front of me revealed that I was still to find my baby girl…