The faint ray of candle cannot penetrate the darkness, yet I hear its flame waving clearly.
I’m waiting, Maya…
Our kids say – ‘…even Ma wouldn’t forgive you…’
Haven’t you, Maya? Yes, I was drunk that night and I wish I was the one who died in the accident…
The candle suddenly blows out and a cold icy wind fills the room; my heart beats faster than ever.
Are you here?
I can hear faint whispers.
Am I a murderer, Maya? I want to know from you…
‘How can you murder someone who’s still alive inside you…‘, a voice whispers.
Word count – 99
Written for – Friday Fictioneers