By Stormcloud_dutchie




Summer. In its finest. The sun was out, and small birds were merrily chirping up in the sun-soaked maple trees that were evenly dotted around the street. I assumed they were to make it more natural...but that would be hard with all of the smog hovering in the air, and the constant honking of massive vehicles. Other than walk around and get choked on exhaust, there wasn't much else to do in this town. And ever since She left, I have been just as empty as the minds of the residents of this foul place. Who was She? She was my wife. I loved her, and didn't get to see her often, as she worked in the military. And then the massacre happened...and all I have is a small blanket she gave me the day of our wedding. I always kept it folded up in my pocket, so as not to lose it. It meant a lot to me.

As I was walking down the street, a small dog with brown speckles on it's back barked and howled at me. I stepped across the street to get away from, fear making my heart pound through my ribs. I scuffled my feet when I made it to the other side, glad I was away from it. Then, a flicker of light as bright and glorious as the morning sun appeared in the corner of my eye. Something, something in my heart told be to go to it. To run to. And I did. Ie extended my arms, stretched my hands, and attempted to grab the figure of a woman that flashed in and out of existence ever so quickly. I felt the warmth of love wrap around my entire body for a second, and then I felt nothing. I reached into my pocket, feeling an absence, and realised the blanket was gone. I looked at and around- the street was now bright yellow, glowing and shimmering like light on the water. I grabbed my chest, panicking, and felt no beat. No rythm. Worried now about what I had just experienced, I looked down.

I could see through the ethereal asphalt of the shining road, and noticed a car that had came to a screeching halt. A man stepped over to a large, dark, red shape on the ground, and bent over. He picked, something up, held it to his chest, and then looked up to the sky. I felt something garb my hand; I turn, and I see Her. She was looking me right on the eyes. At this point all my tongue could manage to word out was "Welcome home." And then she smiled softly, her blonde curls falling in front of her sweet face. "But love, it is you who has come home."

I looked down for one final time before she tugged me off into the golden horizon, and I saw but one thing: The old street I had always called home, and the man who had darted from his car. The man who was now holding my blanket. Her blanket.