The Other Man
She sat up in bed with a start. Her bedside lamp fell to the floor and went off. The room she had once shared with her dead husband was now bathed in darkness. It was so quiet that she could hear her heart throbbing. Suddenly she felt the familiar tingle on the back of her neck. And then she heard three times a faint voice whispering her name. It was the voice of the man she still loved but hadn't chosen. And it was spoken in pain and sorrow.
"I am coming!" She cried and ran down the stairs. "Wait for me!"
She threw open the front door and looked into the dark and deserted street.
"Where are you?" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
The people living along the narrow street let out another collective moan. Somebody had to tell Grandma Bella there was no Jacob, either.