18 October 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
Ever present, night after night since the day it had happened, that faceless spectre had dogged his nightmares. He knew, or at least hoped, that it were merely an ever-present, grim reminder from the depths of his subconscious, his guilt haunting him relentlessly, donning a tie and felt fedora. He woke with a start, as he always did, and looked beside him. She had stirred slightly at the commotion, but remained asleep. There was surely no way, surely... but as he stared at her tussling as his devil faded from his mind, he couldn't help but wonder. Did she know?