A Date with Death
The moon was a milky corpse eye shining over the Lopinot Estate, Trinidad’s most haunted site. Inside, flashlights beams swept back and forth.
“Honey?” There was no answer. She listened. A scream came from out in the jungle. Just an animal. Probably.
Creak. She hid her light. Come on, she thought.
A light appeared in the next room. “Hey, I found the basement!” he said, poking his head out. “It looks like there’s a grave. Let’s go down and sit in the dark.”
“Awesome!” She kissed him hard. “I love you. This is the best anniversary ever.”
I wrote this story for my wife Leah. As of tomorrow we will have been married for sixteen years, and I’m sure one of our anniversaries in the future will be spent exploring a haunted house in the dead of night looking for ghosts.
Well, it’s happened. My little baby is growing up. This blog, The Green-Walled Tower, has turned 1 today. Thank you very much to everyone who has read, liked, commented on it faithfully. I appreciate you all.
For a little history, the name of the blog comes from the title of one of a trio of interlocking stories I wrote a few years ago. In that one, the Green-Walled Tower was the home of a seer who had a special glass that let him peer into other worlds and even, once, go between them. That seemed like a fitting metaphor for writing fiction, so that’s why I chose the name.
My first story on this blog was called Mayor Jim, about an alien that becomes the mayor of a small town. It got 3 likes. Hopefully I’ve improved in my craft a bit after just shy of 250 posts.
My most viewed story so far has been Motivational Drill Sergeant Meets his Wife, which currently has over 500 views; way more than even my Freshly Pressed post. I’m not entirely sure why, although I think people find it through Google.
Thanks again. I’m looking forward to another year of writing and blogging in the Tower.