zg_shadows | For Raven

“Hey. How was your day? Find what you need?” A woman with blonde curls called out from the kitchen where she stirred something that smelled appetising. Her husband shook the rain out of his hair and kissed her cheek.
“I think so. It was a bit of an odd afternoon.”
“Oh, how so?”
“It was just getting dark and I was about to leave for the evening when a… woman caught my eye across the case I had been sketching. She was very oddly dressed – wearing a white coat. I thought she was part of one of the hospital exhibits until she moved. And her eyes… so piercing. It felt like she looked right through my skin.”
“What happened?”
“Well, she looked straight at me for a moment then said, very softly, ‘I know you. You’re one of mine.’” Then she was gone.
“You mean she left?”
“No, she was just, not there any more.”

The woman smiled. “You’ve been working too hard John, you must have imagined it. Here, have some dinner and you’ll feel better.”

What John hadn’t told her, what he would never tell anyone, was that he thought he recognised the woman. That night, when he slept, he dreamed of long tiled corridors, gas lamps and morphine.