Echoes of Yesterday

I heard a voice calling out my name from inside the house, and when I opened the door, all that met me was darkness.
The house was cold and empty, remnants of the fire long sooted in the grate, silence oppressive and unwelcome.
The voice called to me from upstairs, and compelled I walked as if in a trance to the first floor.
All the doors were closed bar one, the room which used to be mine.
The years fell away and I was a child again, afraid and alone in the dark at the hands of a stranger.
The smell of stale tobacco and beer was repugnant, his breath fetid and sour, his hands grubby and clumsy.
He hurt me. Shattered my soul into a million pieces, his laughter like a knife in my gut.
I looked down at my clothes, ruined and bloodied.
Reaching under my bed, I found my saviour.
No more.
I looked up at him, watched his leery smile change to surprise then a grimace of confusion and pain.
My hands felt warm, wet and sticky.
I watched him sprawled on the floor, gasping and gaping, a grotesque lump of diseased flesh that had no right to live to abuse the innocent. I waited till he breathed his last.
I walked away, stripping off my clothes as I left.
Naked, bruised and battered I walked for miles and eventually found sanctuary.
No questions asked, and I gave no details.

In my dreams I hear a voice calling my name, saying it was sorry.
I answered I was not. Maybe we would both rot in hell.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter

I heard a voice calling out my name from inside the house, and when I opened the door…


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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13 Responses to Echoes of Yesterday

  1. Carol anne says:

    wow! What a great story Di! I really enjoyed it! Xo

  2. Sadje says:

    Oh my Di. This is very moving. Great story my friend

  3. murisopsis says:

    Argghhhh! You tease me with a cute story and then follow with one that will give me bad dreams!! This was so realistic in the descriptions that I felt that I was standing right in the room! That is a compliment to your story telling expertise!

  4. Fandango says:

    Wow, Di, you did go dark on this one, but it was a compelling read. Thanks for joining in.

  5. This chilled me to the bone! My goodness! 😮 You have some serious talent there, I’m glad we got to enjoy some of it (not that you don’t share it all the time in all your writing of course). But this? This was something else.

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