The fog swirled in thick clouds. She heard a familiar voice. It was fading into the mists. She had to act quickly before it was gone forever. “What’s the afterlife like?” she called. A pause. “Confusing,” came her father’s voice. Letting go, at a loss yet somehow comforted, she awoke.
Sarah Tyk is an aspiring writer from Iowa and host of The Interested Reader podcast. An astronomy major in college and grad school, her true love has always been writing. She writes what she can, when she can; usually during her toddler’s naptime.
Nice one! Thank you.
Yup, that would indeed be somehow comforting. Nice.
My mother’s been gone 17 years now, but I swear that I heard her rattling something in the kitchen this morning.
Great stuff, ST. Thanks
I loved this and feel comforted. I hope “confusing” in a positive way.
As a 94 year old I also find this poem comforting, well sorta.
Beautiful prose.