Wax and Wane

Fear and Whispers

She had been calling for a while. I went out, and felt something beneath my feet. I lay on the ground, goosebumps rising, and she tried desperately to make me flee. I gazed at the clouds and how they moved so quickly, and went to a nowhere. I began to speak, small voice and all. And she heard. We spoke, then I confessed that fear had taken me, and the goosebumps were incomprehensible. “I shall return tomorrow, be sure of this.” She will remain after we all turn to dust.