October drabbles - 28

The waves’ sweet susurration sounded softly in his ears. His tears blended with sea-salt spray portending eventide. The man who watched the waters turned away, his thoughts for sorrow and the lost; his one last stone now cast, bobbing in waves. The woman waiting thought what cost he paid.

Tomorrow, All Saints’ Day, he’d celebrate, remembering. But here tonight, all Hallows Eve, it was the long-lost wife who came to him. In Halloween’s dark glory, whispering mysteries; not she, but she who swallowed her, the one who stole her soul.

Still, tasting sweet, incubus smiled and then she swallowed him.

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