White as a Ghost

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.  This week’s photo, as well as the amazing sculpture, are by Claire Fuller.

You can read other Friday Fictioneers’ work by clicking the link that appears below my story.



White as a Ghost

by Jan Brown

A rustling in the back yard woke me from a fitful sleep. A weekend of moving and unpacking had left me both exhausted and wired. I ventured out to the deck, but fog obscured my view of the property.

The fog evaporated in mere seconds, leaving two wispy spirals of white mist. I pulled my robe tight around me and walked across the yard. The mists dissipated into the earth under the willow tree, leaving behind only an outline in the dirt.

I dug with my hands till I reached them: the previous owners, stark white, mummified in limestone dust.



45 thoughts on “White as a Ghost

  1. That would make me not want to stay there anymore. Moving and unpacking everything is a pain in the arse but ghosts and bodies on your property is enough to keep you awake at night. I’d be gone in a heartbeat. Great visuals and awesome story!

  2. Believe it or not as you wish, but my house in France was haunted by a previous owner. According to the deeds, she died in Paris. But who knows? I love your creepy tale, the wispy ghosts who wanted to be found. Your character had the necessary sensitivity. I like stories about houses and the past that they can sometimes encapsulate.

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