WHISPERS – Short Story (Complete)

“Yui’s calendar hung on the wall in an empty apartment that she would never call home. She kept the window blinds closed to trap in the sweltering heat that seeped in and surround herself with the smell of mold.  She sits in a dark corner of the room, absorbing the silence as her penance for breathing. The kitchen counter was covered with half-empty cartons of food that she forced herself to eat, consuming just enough nourishment to sustain her, to enable her to search for her six-year-old son, Haruto. Her real home was hundreds of miles away where her husband and son were washed away by an unholy thing that transformed their town into a watery grave.”