Ana's Ghost - Speculative Fiction Authors (ebook reader ink txt) 📗

There is no suspense, leaping from the past to the future, just breathing in between.

Ironically, there's simply no time to experience anything except your own heartbeat, the sound of your own breathing.

 She thought this as she watched the fading sunlight glint off of the razor blade poised in her right hand.

 Tormenting thoughts filled her mind as she thought about pictures full of memories of her lost love who had faded from history as if he were just part of her imagination.

Time is such a feeble thing. When the shadows of love taunt you like the villain in your life story.

It is this that caused Ana's distress: she had gone through it all, and no one had come to save her from the cruelty of the world, no matter the time.

She watched as the sun hides her face behind the horizon, her outstretched pinks reaching for his dark blues, their infinite chase for love.

It was now or never...

A spark on the horizon caught her eye, a flash that should not have been.

That spark might alter her actions for the rest of her time - time that she wasn't completely sure existed until then.

Ana turns back to her room, haunted by the ghosts in the picture frames surrounding her.

Something strange was going on.

 The ghost of her love appeared in front of her as if she was dreaming. Shocked Ana gasped trying to figure out if it was real or just her imagination playing a cruel joke on her.

 She felt sick. She shook her head to know everything was just a piece of her imagination.

Except that this "piece" suddenly spoke, telling her she should leave the past alone, its final words as it - or was it he? - glowed back into obscurity, "To change the past is to play God with all life in the future, Ana. Leave it alone."

 She gave a deep sigh, not understanding