Kendra Adams

In this life or the next

Ninety eight days since the tribulonian plague decimated almost the entire human population. Ninety days since she started to appear in James’s dreams, or nightmares? It’s been hard to tell the two lately. He can’t capture the full likeness of her, only short glimpses. Her deep hazel eyes, her long brown curls. Each night every detail about her getting more vivid. But one detail about her that draws him in more; her beautifully engraved heart shaped locket. The details in the piece, oddly hypnotizing. Tonight it happens, he’s asleep, he see’s her, He reaches for the locket, almost as if being lured, he wakes up. Every single time.