The wind whistled through the holes in the neck of the clock spreading a long, low, hollow monotone. Ashley leaned forward with both palms on the railing of the porch wondering if Tim would ever get home. Two days and nothing. No call, no text, no nothing. It wasn’t like him to be this late. He was in trouble, she knew it in her soul. A noise from around the corner of the house caught her breath. “Tim?”
Tim rounded the corner at that moment, “Hey babe.” A smile played across his cheeks. Then he disappeared with a blink.
His wife stood, mouth opened, wondering what just happened. She pursed her lips together and swallowed hard. Still not able to take her eyes off of the spot where her husband stood only moments ago, she forced out a breath. Then she said, “Tim?”
Again a noise from around the same corner of the house stole her attention. Her head snapped in that direction. Again, her husband walked around the corner and said, “Hey babe.” A smile played across his cheeks. Again, he disappeared with a blink.
This cycle played out one more time before she was able to jump down from the porch and check out the spot where her husband was. When she got there, a bell jingled followed by a brief piercing whistle. Before her eyes, colors starting fading in and taking shape. Then they faded out, then in, then stopped.
She jumped and swung around hoping to see her husband.
(To Be Continued)