Its skin seemed to ripple in the wind like old bedsheets out on the now empty washing line it stood behind. Her first thought was to call it a memory left within the sheets she'd gotten for an absolute steal just that morning. They'd washed just fine, any minor stain lifting til they practically shone in the sun.
And now she had company.
Company was what she hoped it was - someone kind who'd maybe spent their final peaceful hours in their lifelong bed and passed with a smile on their face as their loved ones sat beside them. Somehow the smile stretched just a little too long on its face for her to feel the same comfort she had imagined.
At least it wasn't moving closer, though it wasn't moving any further away either. It was simply floating like a sheet hung out to dry, staring and smiling and tilting its head as if it was expecting more of a reaction than her present wary confusion.
As the wind drifted across its skin, its mouth would lift and drop in an unsettling series of snarls and grimaces that slowly turned her wariness to concern. She debated calling a priest but squashed that thought promptly. There wasn't a chance that she'd be able to explain what she was seeing, let alone the assumption that anyone else would be able to see the same thing, let alone the assumption that they would know how to... was "fix" the right word?
Was it something she needed to fix or did it need to be put to rest?
Could it be put to rest?
As the sun began to dip and the wind picked up, she wondered what it would do while she slept.
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