The Last Ride
His head was killing him. In the darkest recess of his mind, that was the only clear thought that was getting across. The headache. What he had to assume was the worst headache in his life. It was clouding his mind with a searing pain that he couldn’t stop. Hungover? Fight? Robbery gone wrong? Something worse? He didn’t know, but he didn’t think he would ever know unless he could get the headache to just stop. Was he dying? No. He wouldn’t go that far. He was still breathing, and the throbbing pain assured him very much that he was alive. He just needed to focus. Focus on something. Focus on anything. That would bring him back to the reality that he desperately needed to be a part of. He would wake up, take some pain meds, and sleep off the rest of the day. If there was still day left after the meds took over.
A Ghost Story
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. He couldn’t bring himself to visit that damned cabin after the night his sister went missing. The anniversary of her disappearance was coming up. That was always the hardest for him, but he wouldn’t ever stop searching for her. It seemed like the police and the media were just pounding at their door for the first few weeks and even months after she went missing. The longer she was gone though, the less anyone else cared. His sister with the sparkling blue eyes stopped being a headline story. The investigation was pushed to the side, and despite his eagerness to help, people just seemed to forget. Even their parents moved on with their lives. He understood that completely. They kept her spot at the table open and her room wasn’t ever changed, but they stopped talking about her daily. They stopped buying her birthday presents and Christmas gifts. Her bedroom door remained shut and became an unspoken relic of time gone by.