Disclaimer: Unsolicited Stories is a series– a work of fiction which was originally intended to fill our downtime moments. The characters, setting, and other elements are all product of the writer’s imagination. The following is the first collaboration with Rain Reads, where one of us constructs a 5-sentence story and the other one continues until we reach three paragraphs each. In the following story, it was Rain Reads who started it. 🙂
Her hair is dripping as she wrapped her arms around her body. Soaked and shivering from the early morning swim. The unexpected rain and the early morning breeze seems to freeze her up. She hurriedly walks up to the shore and grabs her huge towel, but even that isn’t enough to warm her body or even her heart that has grown cold not only from the water but of the memories she tries so hard to escape from. Winter is a long way, yet she already feels the ice creeping into her veins.
‘Where could he be right now?’ she thought as she was entering the rented room in Lost Beach Inn. She threw herself on the king-sized bed, her towel tightly wrapped around her. She closed her eyes, and his voice was so clear in her head. “Let’s go here every year before autumn ends,” he said, looking out at the shore while he was sitting beside the bed. “It’ll be our little tradition,” he continued and looked at a laughing Amira on the bed.
How long has it been since the last time Amira heard his voice? “It’ll be our little tradition.” those words keep echoing through her head. Confused whether it’s a sweet memory or a haunting one. Because right now, she’s alone and feeling lost, and even this place perfectly describes her unwelcome solitude. “I guess it turned out to be my only tradition,” she whispers to herself as she fell into a slumber.
Bam! The door slams open, and she was up on her feet. She stared at the door in horror. A woman in a floral dress, with long golden hair, is looking at her with disgust. Her eyes are red, and it was obvious that she has been crying. “Where is he?!” the woman shouted with rage.
“I don’t know…” was all Amira could muster to say in an almost whisper. The woman then slapped her left cheek. “Liar!” she shouted. Amira could not say anything but the woman was already heading for the bathroom. A naked man was lying on his back on the bathroom floor, blood dripping rapidly from his body as both women were in shock, “And what do you call this?!” the woman demanded.
