This is a short story (purely fiction) based on the prompt for today. Just a disclaimer 🙂
I sat by the window and waited. The trees were bare, its vibrant orange and yellow leaves had fallen; now a dead brown. I could feel a cool air wafting from the bay window. There was a small glimpse of the sun, it’s bloody color inking into the sky painting the clouds a dusty pink. Even with that last bit of the setting sun couldn’t warm me. I tugged my blanket further over my shoulders. I brought my legs up to sit on them comfortably. The small town home that I shared was deathly quiet. The common creaks and pops of the hardwood floor felt numbed out as well. I looked down at my phone and pressed the home button.
I shifted a bit and continued to look out the window. He promised he’d be back soon. My habit to bite at my fingernails was difficult to keep at bay. He was only a few minutes late. The glimpses of the sun kept me a bit calm; as long as I disregarded the bloody color that it painted our furniture. I let out a sigh. I was surprised that I could even see a tiny fog that appeared from my breath. It was almost as if the room had gotten even colder. The chill had touched my very bones. I got up from the couch to walk into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator, knowing what I would see; a flickering light, a few condiments, and a carton of half used eggs. He was supposed to get groceries. I could hear the thump of my heart as the beat went faster. No, it was fine. It was just taking longer than expected. When I went to my dresser, I found a small promise ring that fit snuggly on my ring finger. I plucked it up and put it into my pockets to trudge back to my seat by the window. As I sat, I could hear sirens of a single police car. I looked up to see the blue lights zoom by.
I paced across the living room and bit at my fingernails. I had promised that dinner would be ready. I couldn’t make anything with what little food we had. And the anxiety had begun to eat at my stomach completely killing my hunger. I bit at my lip, drawing a little trickle of blood. I could taste the iron in it. I looked up as there were more sirens blaring. I looked up to see an ambulance and several other police cars. I took a shakey breath and picked up my phone. I scrolled through the phone and stopped at the most called name. I pressed it and held the phone to my ear. It rang. I placed my hand over my heart to try and calm myself. He never picked up.
The tears that stained my cheeks had long since dried up. He had promised to be back soon. This trip was only supposed to last an hour or so. I leaned over and tried to even my breathing. The knock at the door was enough to make me jump off of the couch and run to the door. I swung the door open with a wide smile. The corners of my mouth fell completely when I saw two officers.
Yes, this is a very short story. Since it’s October, I kind of want to try my hand at more suspenseful stories. It’s not really my forte, but yeah… I hope you enjoyed it!