A woman finds herself in a dark room, and begins to uncover deeply buried memories.

Short story. Based on the poem 'confession' by janice windle. I orginally wrote this for an english essay.


7. A shadow cast

She slid down onto the floor, trying to stop the tears but they didn’t cease.


The white room appeared again but this time it was clouded. The man was not there, but it was full of furniture. A telephone was heavy in her hand and clutched to her ear. A dialling tone rang out, buzzing her ear drum. The sound was replaced by a crackling voice.


The words “your husband” “bomb” and “dead” rung in her ears.


Her eyes blurred with tears again, and the phone dropped from her hand, clattering onto the floor. She gasped for air and the picture of the man in a green uniform flickered across her vision. The memory faded and she cried out in pain, immediately clasping her hand over her mouth.


Her brain was torturing her, her body was turning against her and her eyes were sore from crying. She curled up onto the floor, watching the tears splash onto the cold, rough ground. Her stomach shook and she hugged it so it didn’t fall apart.

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