Howdy Friends! It’s Monday and I’m here with yet another love flash from my hidden treasure of romantic short stories.
This week’s flash is about Love and Forgiveness. Hope you like it.
Title: Locked Memories
The alarm went off at four in the morning, and the doorbell rang.
I groped for my mobile phone on the bedside table and swiped the screen to switch off the alarm.
The deafening sound of the doorbell again penetrated my ears.
“Who could it be?”
I rolled over the bed, put my sleepers, and rose to my feet.
The doorbell rang again.
“Who the hell is this?” I muttered. The hall was dimly lit. A thin beam of light strained out through the cream shade of the night lamp. I staggered to my feet and made my way to the front door of the house and peeked into the eye hole.
It was dark in the porch.
“Who’s this?” I asked. My voice wobbled. I struggled to fight the sudden fear creeping around me.
Panic pooled into my gut as I debated with my mind whether to open the door or not.
Instead of fully releasing the door, I used the door chain and peeked out. A whiff of wet soil entered my nostrils. Raindrops pattered on the tin roofing of the dimly lit porch.
“Who’s this?” I mustered the courage to ask again though couldn’t control the shakiness of my voice.
“It’s me.” A deep husky voice broke the stillness of the rainy morning.
It sounded familiar. I perhaps heard it somewhere, some place. I didn’t know. I couldn’t recall.
Irritation drank all my fear and anxiety. My voice hardened. Angrily, I asked, “Me who? Do you have a name?”
And the shadow walked in front of me. He stood across from me, behind the safety chain.
A bright white light enveloped the darkness as he lit the torch and pointed it towards his face.
“Shawn? Is it you?” Anger, apprehension, hatred all together cluttered my brain seizing my thinking power. My tongue couldn’t form a single word. I went mute, lifeless, a frozen mess of bone and flesh.
“Can you let me in?” His words hit my ears bringing me back to my senses.
“How could you? It’s been ten years.”
“I want you, Diana. I want my life back. I’ve repented a lot on my mistake.”
He kindled the feelings I once had for him. My hand roamed over the lock disengaging the safety chain and pushing the door wider for him.
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