When the Reckoning Comes

by LaTanya McQueen

night they heard whispers beckoning them, and sometimes the whispers told them strange things, unconscionable things they’d never dare repeat in the daylight. A few went further, saying they saw visions they couldn’t explain.

“What kind of visions?” others would ask, and they’d only stare back, unwilling to go further.

A heart can only take so much yearning.

All that was left was her ache from longing.