Ghost Human Bones | Short Stories and Poetry

Control

After Timothy left my place to catch his flight to the District, I dig out the note Emilian gave me from my backpack.

Some dreams I don’t understand.

It was like I walked into her light and felt this immense harmony deep down. Everything was in balance.

Moldable metal magic shell.

With his usual murderous glare, Emilian watches me approach.

A different kind of spring cleaning.

I scroll past her photo. I feel ashamed looking at it, like she knows I’m watching.

This is when men’s word spells work the fastest—when I’m melting.

The two of us, just having tea.

Life is waiting for you.

That was her, I swear. I can feel it. Everything happened so fast.

Let this tale serve as a reminder of the cost.

With every passing minute not knowing my grade, I die a little inside.

Ooh, it’s on the tip of my tongue…

I come from an impressive line of strong Black Mountain Grim blood. We eat fear.

A first encounter.

Once those hypnotic words take the shape of soft whispers and kisses, I’m done.

I don’t know what to say if he says something.

The classroom door swings open. I turn around to the dark shape idling in the doorway.

Misa goes on a date with Timothy to Cherri Cremonesi.