Here it is! My Friday Fictioneers offering for the week. Special thanks to Madison Woods for the challenge.
Like a pearl brooch pinned to mottled velvet, the moon glistered through a web of tree branches. A desperate voice yelled her name.
With a scream, she woke to every dayshadows. After twenty years, she accepted her somehow comfortable blindness…until bedtime.
Always it was the same dream. Then one night she woke up outside. Mississippi air stuck to her skin like a damp cloak. Trees rustled in the hot wind.
Suddenly she could see! Six-years-old again, she remembered. Why did white-robed ghosts put that rope around her gentle Daddy’s neck? His terror-filled eyes drilled her.
“Kanzie, don’t look!”