They buried his body that day along with her broken heart. Darkness whispered to her that if God wouldn’t bring him back, she could. She cried his name over white candles laced in black magic, breaking his eternal sleep. In the dead of night, there was a knock at her door.
This was for the June monthly mini competition at Elizabeth Frattaroli’s blog. There was no requirements other than for it to be 50 words or less. It’s pretty damn hard to tell a whole story in 50 words.