This week on “Prompt Nights” Sanaa has challenged us to get our inspiration from Edgar Allen Poe. I’m super pressed with my regular teaching this week, so I don’t have time to write a brand new piece, but Sanaa assures us that previously written work is welcome. So since the theme immediately brought to mind a story I wrote some time ago — and since it’s a story I think even Ol’ Edgar himself would appreciate — I’ll share it this week. (Those of you who have read it previously have my permission to skip it this time.)
The fog’s especially heavy tonight. I can’t see three feet past the door, so I guess it’s a good time to stay inside and write this letter. The lighthouse on the island has sounded the foghorn every two minutes for hours now.
I haven’t been back to the island since that night. In some ways, I wish I had moved away when you did. I’m sure it’s a lot easier on you not having to look out across the water and see that island every day. I know the spot is overgrown now, but I can still pick it out as clearly as if we’d left a marker. And hearing that blasted horn blow every time the fog moves in really gets on my nerves.
Tonight it’s as thick out there as it was the night we buried him. I often wonder what would have happened if the fog had lifted in time for someone to see us digging the grave. But, of course, that wasn’t likely to happen. Once the dratted stuff moves in, it clings to us like a shroud for the whole night.
I wish you were sitting here with me, sharing a bottle of our favorite whiskey. I hate being alone with my thoughts. I’m always chilled and shaky when there’s fog. And it feels as if something’s choking me. I wonder if that’s how he felt as we tightened that rope around his neck until he stopped breathing.
I sure wish you were here with me. I hate fog.
8 thoughts on “Prompt Nights – Glimpse Into the World of Edgar Allen Poe”
Perhaps the Raven knows who you buried on that island? But “Quote the Raven, nevermore!”
I bet he does know, Ed. And, you’re right: he’ll never tell. Thanks for reading.
We have had a few days of thick fog, I look across the park and see shadows moving in street lights ad then fade like ghosts, this story is very fitting and scary.. enjoyed it very much…
Thanks so much, Gerry. I’m glad it was timely.
There is such a beautiful sense of longing and hint of wistfulness here in this tale.. ❤️makes me want to probe and know more! Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights Sandra, and for your constant love and support.❤️
Lots of love,
As Gerry says we’ve had thick fog for days now, so is creepy!
What a great read and how easy it was to visualize the island shrouded in fog
Thank you. I appreciate the encouraging words.