The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
My name is Elizabeth. My face is the wrong shape now and I don’t know why. I recognize recognition, but I don’t see the truth in it.
The shadow birds follow me, but not my eyes. Sometimes they’re two and sometimes they’re one, but I know they’re really the same thing. Always changing form. But we’re safe inside the house. I don’t know how I know that.
They want me to go to the water. I can fly with them under the water. I won’t. I don’t know if I’m dreaming. The sand is made of silicates and the birds aren’t really birds. The sky is dark and the waves are too loud, but I don’t know where it is. My feet are the only things that feel real. I know I’m at home but reality feels like a ghost now.
Fiction © Copyright Ashley Davis
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
Poetry by Ashley Davis can be found featured in the fall 2017 issue of
The Horror Zine