Dread

After dessert was concluded, it was time to leave.
Farewell pleasantries were exchanged. I realized
I’d learnt nothing about Clarissa’s parents. The
whole evening had passed by in a tinted haze.
Clarissa kissed me goodnight, a walloping smooch
full on the lips. It seemed like I had triumphed in
the test. I glided through the ill-lit streets, back to
the shabby end of town. I turned the key softly in
the door, so as not to wake Father. He had an early
shift. Surprisingly Father was sitting up, waiting for
me. Dread cramped at my stomach. It was
something bad about Elizabeth. Father had clearly
been crying. He announced, in a hollow, desperate
voice, that Elizabeth was dead.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist