Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the little frog. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
Image © Susan Eames. Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Susan Eames’ permission.
There he is again.
Is he a ghost? An apparition? I‘ve no idea.
All I know is that he isn’t real–not corporeal, I mean. That’s what it’s called, isn’t it?
At first he just appeared at sunset, barely more than a shadow.
That’s changed last week. Now he’s always there, whenever I look at that spot, under that tree, where my daughter died. What does it mean?
He turns around. It’s you. Blood’s dripping from your hands, and from your chest wound. I’ll have to add more top soil to that spot. And get rid of the knife.
I’ve been insanely busy lately. Then an annoying cold knocked me off my feet. Back to normal now.