Note: only started typing this up this afternoon, but thought to ‘let you in’ on my silly story. I’ll post more as I go along. A short story by elm
The blanket and the missing corpse.
Unnatural patch of grey, a still in an otherwise moving field of dry grass, twilight shadows stealing upon its hills and valleys.
Cautiously I lift a frayed corner, holding breath.
“You did not come,” gentle voice addresses me, “I waited and you did not come. I waited all night. I could have left you know.”
Grains of sand give way when I kneel next to gentle grey voice.
“Where would you have gone if you left?” I asked
“Oh, not far – just to the other side of the veld. People walk there too you know. Do you need people too, or is it just us blankets who need them?”
“Yes, I need people too, but not in big doses.” I answer.
Minutes pass, a quiet companionship, silence filled only by the whisper of the breeze through tall grass. Gentle movement from the blanket, softly stroking my bare thighs.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“No.” I reply.
“No one wants me now. I miss my friend. Yes, I miss him.”
“He left me here, thinking he could get away. But now he’s the one who will never get away.” A note of spite rose in the gentle voice.
“Whom are you talking about?” I’m slightly worried now.
“Well, cold people need me, I just had to make sure he remains cold, that’s all.” There’s that note of spite again.
I involuntarily shiver as the blanket commences his caress of my bare thighs.
A pause in the caressing “He used to love me, and her. But then she left.”Recommend0 recommendationsPublished in