My Dearest Friend
Margaux Herry-Simon
A piece of flash fiction, formatted like a letter that the narrator is writing. Who the letter is intended to be sent to remains unknown. The scary conditions the writer finds themselves in are made clear through the writing, but kept vague enough to keep the reader wondering.
My dearest friend,
It is with tears proportionate to my pain that I write to you. My cold-turned hands struggle to hold the pen. Their colour blends in nicely with the paper.
My eyes have sunken deep. They are turned so far in that I sometimes fear I’ll see my own heart, contracting and expanding with each breath.
Shadows are shallow here. Semblables of my newly formed body. Even my mirrors shrill with bother when I dare to pass them by.
The trees, they talk to me. They tell stories of their past. Narrations drenched in dread.
I have yet to see a sunrise. This world resides in nighttime. At least I have the constant company of stars. They make my tears shine bright.
My dearest friend, remember how we joked? That ghosts could never get us? I fear that we were wrong.
Margaux Herry-Simon
@marg_owhe (on instagram)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Margaux Herry-Simon is currently an undergraduate music composition student at McGill University (Montreal, Canada). While her primary focus lies on music, she takes pride in getting involved in as many artistic and creative disciplines as possible. Her interests range from poetry to horror and flash fiction.