Hannah Sullivan
Stories (1/0)
Shadowed
Julia was five years old the first time she remembered receiving a gift from The Shadow Woman. The slatted wooden floorboards outside her bedroom door that creaked heavy whenever her daddy entered were silent as she watched the veiled apparition glide under the doorway and into her bedroom. The Woman stayed for awhile, sitting in the rocking chair in Julia’s room as the girl fell asleep, before fading into the smoky Memphis night. She left behind a small black notebook wrapped in silk, the book covers already soft and worn as if they had been carried by another for some years, the pages inside crisp cream and empty of any thought or reason. Young Julia was beginning to learn to write and was so afraid to cause any damage to the beautiful pages that for years after the gift was bestowed upon her, she only could bend her head into the journal and inhale deeply, imagining all of the different stories it might one day hold.
By Hannah Sullivan3 years ago in Humans