Banquet of Souls, 1st Course, Aperitif, “I’m Here for You”



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What follows is the first story from my new anthology, Banquet of Souls.


I’m Here For You


Mama came into the room, lovingly looked into her crib and softly said, “I’m here for you.”

After watching her fall off her bike onto the concrete sidewalk, Papa came over, dabbed her skinned and bloody knee and told her, soothingly, “I’m here for you.”

And then she saw Papa in the folds of satin pillows, ensconced forever in the dry confines of fine wood and gold trim. Mama wept. She held her mother tightly and said, “I’m here for you.”

On her wedding night, amidst a happy tangle of satin sheets, John lovingly drew her into his arms and whispered, “I’m here for you.”

Years later, she listened helplessly as he groaned in unbearable, agonizing pain, untouched by the powerful drugs. Tearfully, she gently held his hand and whispered, “I’m here for you.”

She endured yet another passing. She fondly recalled how she was comforted by her own daughter, Julie, wrapping her in her arms and gently whispering, “I’m here for you.”

Then. The middle of the hot, endless summer night. Stumbling through the murky dark hallway. The silver hair at the back of her sweaty neck standing, facial muscles twitching while her brain shrieked an internal alarm. The shadowy figure stood there. Massive. Block-like. Fist clamped tight around the knife. His face split wide by a feral smile, showing twin rows of gleaming, jagged teeth.

He bent his head down toward her face, chuckling lightly with rancid breath.

“I’m here for you.”



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