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.
ps: I’m finally all twitterpated again! Feel free to come hang out @jaceythefaye! :)