Stanley, though he grew up watching the usual shows enjoyed by people his age, ranging from “Dark Shadows” to “The Twilight Zone”, was quite sure that he knew better than to believe any of them was anything but a mere metaphor.
One day, though, his wife, Yolanda, got very ill. All throughout her last months he cared for her, as they both sadly awaited the inevitable outcome.
Finally, Yolanda’s last night arrived. She died quietly, at 8:04 p.m., as Stanley kept patient vigil with her. No one else was in their room at the time.
The next morning, at breakfast, Yolanda’s brother Harold asked, “Stanley, who was that woman who came out of your room last night at around 8:15?”
Here’s my attempt at Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.