Bones.
247 Words
The devil came to her and took her hand. I have something to show you he said. He gathers her up, close to his chest and carries her like a child. She tucks her head into his chest. He carries her as though she weighs nothing, light as a feather, fragile as glass.
She feels the sensation of fast movement, the air streaming past. Until at last gently, he sets her down on her feet. She feels unsteady suddenly, like a child in a grownups world.
She recognizes this place. It's her home, but it doesn't look the same. It looks empty. It isn't just that the furniture is gone, it's like someone has taken the heart out of the home. It looks blank, character less, where once it lived and breathed.
They went through the door, the devil guiding her on. Her legs were now like rubber and she walked slowly in. The first thing she noticed was the glass everywhere. Her legs now seemed unable to support her. The devil picked her up again.
They made their way through all of the rooms, all of them seemed alien to her now. They were on the stairs when the panic set in. She didn't want to go into the bedroom. Her body twisted, away from him, away from that room.
A sound escaped her throat, which was part fear, part panic. Her eyes then pleaded with the devil, please, please, don't make me go in there.
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