I have been given the opportunity to continue the story started by the wonderful writer over at the The Haunted Wordsmith. I greatly enjoy reading how each of us contributes to making a single story. Please please check out her blog. You will not be disappointed.
The single sheet of paper, so thin, like parchment, seemed to jump into his hand. He looked over the spidery handwriting and realized that no one ever wrote like this today.
My Dearest David;
It has taken so long for you to succumb to your curiosity. During this time I have waited and waited.
I realize that this is confusing to you, but know my love, I have been waiting throughout the cycles of time for you. Every life you have lead moved you further and further away from our love. Now though I sense that you are ready to find me.
I shall wait upon the cliff where first we met.
Please my darling, don’t make me wait.
David stared at the words written and began to feel. Warmth. Desire. Memories teasing, just out of reach. He began to fold the letter up, realizing that he must deliver it. However did he have to? It was actually addressed to him, even if the address was to Number 604.
David did not realize that he was being watched. That through the peephole of Number 604 a brilliant green eye gazed upon him. Crimson lips, wet with saliva, parted and a whispered breath whistled. She hoped that he would succumb, he would take the bait. For she had waited a long time to…….
I am tagging Britchy over at Bitchin’ in the Kitchen to continue the story.