GENRE: Fantasy/Science Fiction
Explanation: The narrator’s brother died and she is just home from hospital.
I placed my palm against his door’s glossy surface and was surprised to find it warm, hot even. When I pushed it open, his room was hotter yet.
Everything was as we had left it, the clothes he decided against still thrown on the bed and floor. His notes on the desk. His laptop on the notes.
I sat on his chair, letting the strange warmth enter me, lull me.
And then something caught my eye, a shape that shouldn’t have been there, a dark movement against the shadowed walls. I jumped, hitting my hip against Gabe’s desk.
It was a man. I clamped my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming, then changed my mind and tried to shout, except it came out as a choked croak and then he was inches away from me and I couldn’t move. A languid heaviness pinned my arms to my sides, my feet to the floor.
Heat spooled out from him in waves. A blue glimmer from a street lamp highlighted his cheekbone, skimming a curved forehead and the slightly upturned tip of a straight nose. He leaned over me, studying me closely. He smelled of sun-baked sand and salt water. I tried to scream again, couldn’t, again, wondered if I were still dreaming, my body refusing to obey.
“Shhh”, he whispered and it sounded like water about to boil.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered back, then thought I should say something more conventional like “Who the hell are you and get out before I call the police.”
He raised his hand and grazed my cheek. His touch was soft and feverish and I thought, I should push him, I should try to run. But I didn’t. I moved closer. And then he wasn’t there.