She lowered her head into her hands. Her thoughts soon drifted back to Tom; what he had been through these past few days, how he killed Zargaff. She now understood how callous she had been after he just took a life, and not even that, he watched Zara die. Her breath hitched when she stared back at Artemis. She had been too impassive. Now she thought she understood. “Lauren?” Lauren felt heavy breathing against her neck, the tired limbs of Artemis lain at her sides.
Darkness wailed, as they shuffled silently ensuring Anastasia had indeed left the basement. Tom balanced himself up with one of the boxes sequestered in the room. “I don’t want to see her,” his eyes twisted shut.
“I assumed I had been troubled, but I couldn’t remember who I was entirely.” And the responses were amazing. The piece that I chose as the winner was Billy Mann’s entry, which you can read below. It’s very disconcerting with excellent elements of horror and amnesia that embodies the prompt well. I hope you enjoy it just as well as I did.
He didn’t know why she’d asked to meet at the old cottage. It had been years since his wife had even mentioned this property. She greeted him at the door with a smile, vastly different from the weird behaviour exhibited by her since the last two weeks. “Come in,” she ushered him towards the living room. “Let’s sit and talk for a little while before dinner.”