Oh, the mind can play tricks:
Probably just nerves. New home, late night, distracted thoughts. . . while unpacking dishes Tim had turned and seen a pale face at the window.
Looking again, it was gone.
Upon investigation, he found nobody near the window.
Looking in from darkness, he thought he saw. . . what? Movement?
He turned to go back and she was there, reaching out: a faded shadow of a girl in checkered dress. Bludgeoned, judging by the misshapen head. Black eyes snared his, forbidding retreat.
She touched him, and his mind played its meanest trick: it abandoned him.
This flash fiction in 97 words was was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (Mind).
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OMG. This has really happened to someone. Lots of someones. I always wonder if it’s crazy or just real.
I hate looking at the window when it’s dark outside because I just know it’s going to happen!
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Excellent post – really strong and expressive – to the point but graphic enough to be satisfying, especially for flash fiction.
Oh it’s so hard to satisfy with flash too, I think that’s why I love the challenge.
Actually I admire your writing flash – I don’t think I could even begin to attempt it. So well done! 🙂
Thank you 🙂