Ghost

Posted: February 19, 2014 in Friday Fictioneers
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david-stewart[1]

Had the bell rung five minutes earlier? Ten?
Tommy didn’t know, not really, he never paid too much attention to time
only the sound that brought his best friend back from wherever he had gone.
That was what he always paid attention to – Andrew rising or falling from the ground or sky.
The orange flowers had been moving when Tommy raced around the corner
shouting his dead friend’s name.
Now they are still. The bell is quiet. No Andrew. No friend.
Why hadn’t he waited? Five minutes? Ten?
Will he ever return?

 

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Comments
  1. How sad.. sometimes bad timing is all that’s needed.

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  2. I find this eerie: “Andrew rising or falling from the ground or sky.” When I first stopped in, there was no story, so I’m glad I checked back..

    janet

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  3. So sad to spend your youth chasing a ghost.

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  4. Such a sad story, Alicia. I felt his desperation.

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  5. Well done though sad ghost story. Creative use of the prompt.

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  6. An eerie feel in this story. Well written.

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  7. storydivamg says:

    Leaves me wanting to know more.

    Cheers!
    Marie Gail

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  8. Love friendly ghost stories. I hope they are able to meet up again later!

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