Bringing Back The Dead

She gasped as he removed the scarf from his face.

"Don't be afraid my love, I'm here," he whimpered, choking back tears, "see me, see me for all that I am."

Silence. Gut-wrenching silence.

Anguished, she bowed her head. With one deep breath she finally let him go. "The man I loved is not in this room, I do not see him before me."

"You wear his face but he is not you, you are not he." She turned to the door, her lip quivered, her voice shook as she softly uttered their final exchange, "Goodbye darling, you're free now."

From Guest Contributor Jodi S. Ivers