Last month, when I sat down to write my ghost story, I thought about my issue with purely episodic storytelling. Before I wrote Partners, the only thing connecting my ghost stories was the note directing the shade to their next step in their journey. However, I thought about my favorite television shows, and I realized they fleshed out a central storyline one installment at a time. So, I created a pair of characters while laying the groundwork for the central storyline I wanted to follow with every future installment.
Armed with my fledgling plotline, I dove into the first narrative for April, a follow-up to Partners. Thankfully, it didn’t take much for me to coax this installment from the depths of my mind. As this journey came across the finish line, I leaned into my chair as my lips curled into a broad smile. It’s going to be amazing to watch this story play out with every installment.
Grab a seat and get comfortable as Benjamin helps his partner.
Intent on honoring his agreement with Marcus, Benjamin drags his partner to a building so he can help whittle down Marcus’s caseload…
Swirling over his partner’s head, Benjamin shoved his hand through Marcus’s face. “Wait here.”
The detective gripped his fedora as he tapped the brick wall with his fist. He glanced over his shoulder and studied the people in the distance as his grinding jaw filled the alleyway.
Haughty laughter bounced off the walls, silencing the harsh sound as Benjamin’s limbs slid into the building. “You should be careful about grinding your teeth.”
Marcus stepped forward, whipping his fedora through his ethereal partner. “Why’d you drag me here?”
“I’m taking care of the first of many cases for you, per our arrangement.” Benjamin’s head drifted into the wall as his fingers touched his brow in salute. “There’s a coffee shop around the corner. You should grab a drink and savor it while you wait.”
Once inside, Benjamin’s body pulsed with emerald light as he glided through an empty hallway. When he reached the first door, it swung open, and a stout man walked through the opening. Benjamin grinned as he drifted up, preventing his body from touching the goon. As the stranger sauntered down the hall, the shade shoved his head through the ceiling, spinning towards a pair of bickering voices.
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