“Where will you be, my darling, the last time it snows on Earth?”

–Louise Erdrich, Future Home of the Living God

❤ I have been writing a love-horror story about my brother and I since he died.  This always been and always will be a book about a true psychic connection between siblings who fought it in real life to discover it in the afterlife. ❤

Susannah sat calmly, smiling into Lily Paul’s eyes.
“A life with me would be like living with the wind.”

“Blow,” said Lily Paul.

All the blades had been painted to match the handle. Even as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was still constricted by the pitch black chrysalis.  Stuck at the entrance, frozen, she waited for a light, a door, a window, any grace to come her way. She stood stolid, resigned to a sudden phlegmatic state waiting for someone to open the door and tell her it’s a joke, to tell her it’s fine, to wake her up. She couldn’t even pinch herself. She couldn’t catch her breath. She couldn’t move.  Frozen in a final quiver, she realized she couldn’t discern the difference between a thousand knives pointing at her and the one handle she was supposed to grab. Like the doe letting paralysis sheathe her before the first arrow hit, she made no move when the bomb dropped.

(A peek. )

You couldn’t hear them move over the forest floor.  The snow was fresh and soft like powder. Each step left an imprint but no resounding echo. You could only hear their breathing. You could not hear their steps.