Friday Fictioneers: She walked in the dark, smooth and silent as a cat.

My second foray into the Friday Fictioneers!

This week’s photo prompt, I thought, was particularly lovely. :)
 
 

 
 

She walked in the dark, smooth and silent as a cat.

She knew this house better than her bones — bones, after all, could be such treacherous things, growing and shrinking and threatening to snap, lurking behind flesh and only revealing their true selves when you were long gone —

But the house she could map, and had, long ago. She no longer needed lamps, or moon, or sun.

She believed her memory more than her eyes.

And yet she kept the kitchen lamps burning all the same, in case he ever came back and needed help finding his way.

 
 
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11 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: She walked in the dark, smooth and silent as a cat.

  1. You grabbed me from the first line and kept me going with her descriptions of bones and the house, and then you made me wonder with the last line about the man: why did he leave, if he would come back, and how things would be between the two. Well crafted story!

  2. Very much enjoyed this story. The bones reference was great and the revelation that he wouldn’t share the same familiarity of this place was telling.

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