My original idea for this prompt was different, but I couldn't get the idea to work. Perhaps I'll go back to it sometime, and write another story based off the idea. Perhaps it simply can't be told in five short sentences, and needs to be something a little longer. As usual, thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!
This Week's Prompt: Foggy
Despite the density of the fog I knew that
something was wrong.
I should have been able to see movement in
the cabin’s windows, a shadow pass as my wife laid the table and my son did his
best to distract her, but not the porch swing nor the trees dared to move
and not a single light shone from within.
I got out of the car, my heart beating so
hard I thought it would burst out of my chest, my mind whirring through all the
possibilities. As my foot touched the porch step I had almost convinced myself
that, just maybe, Sheryl had simply fallen asleep; a short lived lie, and in
retrospect my last moment of solace before my world was ripped apart.
My foot slipped on something wet and I had
to grab onto the railing to keep from falling; I looked, my heart beating even
harder; the porch, the doorframe, and the door itself were soaked in what could
only be my family’s blood.
