And the words:
“It wasn’t until I felt the sun on my face that I knew, really knew, I’d made it back.” – Summoned to Thirteenth Grave – Darynda Jones.
I don’t know where I’d been, exactly, it was all a blur. I remember floating in a void with the only thing keeping me from fading away was my desire to return.
Luckily, four naïve young school girls decided to read from an old book. They’d been bored and preferred to procrastinate rather than study for their exams. It was four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun streamed through the window of their dormitory.
That was strange, in itself, people usually did this sort of thing at night, with candles lit, and protected by a circle of salt. Naïve? These girls were plain stupid!
The words worked, all the same, and I found myself falling out of oblivion and then I was back in the world again.
It wasn’t until I felt the sun on my face that I knew, really knew, I’d made it back.
Such fresh blood!
This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four, click on the link below to see her post:
I have also included the following word prompts: