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Starlight lapped at my feet in rhythm, and still the owl did not speak to me. She never did. I could beg and plead and cry and still she would watch me, wide eyes reflecting the night, never to answer my questions. I don’t know why I kept asking. Perhaps it was simply because there was no one else. I had no one left in my life to catch my tears except for her.
The owls tell us where the bodies are. They’re impossible to find otherwise. A person can search for hours, days, weeks, years, and nothing will ever come from their efforts. I once knew a man who searched for his wife for sixteen years; we would see him wandering the forest, ankles near broken as they dragged over roots and stones, calling for his lost love. The owls never showed him where she was. I never understood why.
When Autumn Came
Ghosts that live in the basement are rarely ever frightening. It’s the ones in the attic that you should really fear. I’ve known this all my life, as I lived in a home for a year that had a preference towards small crawl spaces hanging just above one’s bed. I woke in the midnight hours many nights as a child, only to see a pair of eyes hanging above me, watching me as I watched them. I would pull the covers up over my head and pray that the skittering noises would eventually stop. They always did.
She had been chasing the fox for three days now. She hadn’t meant to, in the beginning. Her only wish was to get a closer look. He had flashed past the corner of her eye, his fur rippling in bursts of scarlet and orange as he rolled through a patch of sunlight. She had never been so enchanted before as she was when watching that little fox scurry through the underbrush of her forest.
- Second Place in Foggy Waters Challenge
The Summer I Turned 12Second Place in Foggy Waters Challenge
I don’t know why I keep coming back. The water had always terrified me. Oceans were out, rivers were a full stop, and even suspiciously large puddles when it rained were on my “do not enter” list. But lakes were the worst.