With every setting sun and the imminent night, Jacob felt a little bit more of his essence bleed away. The simple act of lighting the candle…of sending up a beacon into the void became ever more difficult to him as time wound forward with him locked in place, no longer a part of it.
Before much longer, he would lose any chance of finding someone…anyone…to avenge the death so undeservedly and so inescapably visited upon him.
He was not the dark man’s first kill and would, most certainly, not be his last unless someone…anyone answered his final cry for help…soon.
This story was written for the 100 Words Of Horror flash fiction contest being hosted by my wife Lisa on the Writing.com website.