October Prompts

Florence can’t stop her memory playing It on repeat. Her Love’s ship coming in, fighting wind and wave to get home. She was standing right where she was now, waving a lanturn high over her head trying desperately to warn them. There was no way they could have seen that pitiful dim light. She knew it was helpless when even that went out, blown from her hands by the storm and crashing against the rocks below her. 

A premonition for what came later.

She was also nearly over the cliff herself with how the wind was whipping her skirts about as they did. 

She heard that horrible sound. The screaming and crunching that rose above the wind and pelting rain. She didn’t need to see it to know what was helping. But That Night didn’t care about what she needed. The rain slowed quickly after that, as if demanding her to see the disaster it made at its worst.

She snaps back to herself in the present as a wet something flies into her face. She peels the thing from her to look at it. A hat, soaked, matted and falling apart, she looks it over before sobbing and clutching it to her chest. 

She starts to believe this storm must be sentient and messing with her feelings. It was identical to one her Love wore everyday. What had she done to be tormented so?