Kyle picks up the board and splits it over his knee, but it won’t erase from their minds the message that was just spelled out.
“Do you hear that?” Lisa asks.
“Shut up!” Kyle snaps. Even he doesn’t recognize the squeal that exits from his mouth.
“There’s no point.” Ryan clears his throat. Given that it might have been his dead brother calling for help from the other side, he seems the calmest of the three of them. “The door’s already been opened.”
“I’m not staying to see what walks through.” Kyle turns to leave but stops in the foyer in front of the closet. It’s cold outside, still winter, there’s wind, freezing rain in the forecast, he would need his coat.
“What is it?” Lisa asks, trepidation in her voice.
Kyle puts his ear to the closet door.
“You hear it too.” Ryan says it more as a statement than a question.
Kyle swallows hard. He won’t confirm or deny the echo of his own breathing on the other side.
I had to take a brief hiatus while I got some things back in order. But I’m back, catching up on some prompts that I missed while away. Here’s my contribution to a previous Lyrical Fiction Friday prompt: I’m trying to erase you from my mind…you’re my religion and my belief…