Another drabble for fiefgoldenlake dot proboards dot com
The prompt was Hauntings.
George is haunted by a memory. And maybe just a touch of guilt.
The Day Before
He is older than he once was.
Wisdom and age don't go hand in hand, as some old saying goes. George finds something new every day that simply confuses him more. Complicates things.
He also remembers things he thought were long forgotten. Not always important things, just trivial information. That wager he never paid.
And sometimes, he remembers things he didn't think he knew. Or perhaps they are nothing more than dreams. His mother's smile, and how over the years more wrinkles would appear at the coners of her eyes. The way she used to tell him stories.
The day before she died.
Sometimes...he wakes up in the middle of the night, shirt soaked through with cold sweat. Alanna is by his side, alert, murmuring soothing things against his ear. But still he cannot shake that unnerving feeling of a soft, papery hand pushing back his hair, and the touch of his mother's lips on his forehead.