The air carried a tortured warmth through the window, a gentle breeze that under other more ordinary circumstances would be pleasant enough, but here in the deep midwinter felt unnatural, out of place, and most unwelcome.
A candelabra on the bedside table offered the only light save the distant flashes of lightning that silently heralded the storm’s arrival. But the wind had blown out the candle a moment ago…so what was the source of the light in the room now?
The breeze became a steady wind, still possessed of that strange misplaced heat, but now interlaced with fingers of ice that stroked his hair and the back of his neck, then moved across the room.
A sudden chilled gust forced open the doors and flipped through the pages of a leather diary on the side table, stopping at a page dated two nights ago, the night of her passing.
“I knew you would come back to me,” he whispered to the dark.
Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less.
This week’s cue is RETURN.
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