My name is Scott Wilson and I live in Buckinghamshire England with my wife three children and two cats. I have always liked to write but I have only taken it seriously the last few years.
I have six books available on Amazon with two more due by the end of the year.
I read every day and thanks to the BOOKS OF HORROR group, my shelf is never empty.
The Dead Collection https://amzn.eu/d/4n4bcJO
THE CLOUD GAZER
by
S Wilson
“Happy Valentines Day darling” he said as he crashed down on the grass beside his wife, panting. His head was beaded in sweat and his knees were muddy.
“You’ve lost weight” he said tenderly before kissing her softly on the mouth. “Do you remember our first Valentine’s Day together at Hill View Park? We gazed at the clouds for hours identifying shapes”.
He looked up now to see grey clouds “I think it might rain” he said quietly, almost to himself.
They had been much younger that day in Hill View Park, younger by nearly thirty years. He had known then that he had loved her. It had taken three years to ask for her hand in marriage.
“Three years” he thought to himself “Such wasted time”.
“I was just thinking—” he said aloud, still cloud gazing “—I shouldn’t have waited so long to ask you, shouldn’t have wasted so much time”.
He didn’t get a reply and he rested back on his elbows to look around. He couldn’t see anyone. “Everyone must have seen the sky, not a good day for laying outside” he joked as he laid back down on the blanket. The clouds had now become a dark mass and their broody colour made the day seem later than it was.
“Just a little longer, what’s a little rain?” and then as if on cue, there was a distant rumble of thunder.
He reached out and took her hand as if to say “don’t worry, I’ll always be by your side”.
“Twenty-nine Valentine Days together” he marvelled “we’ve spent the last three here, but we have had some special ones too, visiting Paris and Scotland”.
He sat up once more and the movement his foot struck something solid. Not wanting to let go of his wife’s hand, he strained to see what it was.
It was the spade and he kicked it away, causing it to slide into the open grave where the empty coffin was.
He turned to face her, kissing the side of her cheek, before reaching over and pulling her closer.
Just then, the rain began to fall.
“Just a bit longer—” he whispered “—then I had better put you back until next year”.