It has been said that there are only a few truths that are absolute. The first is the tax man. He will always get his due. However, the other commonly agreed absolute truth is death. While taxes are inconvenient, people strive to extend their time on this earth. The mystery of what comes after our fleeting life is a source of plentiful stories. Countless creatives have tried to capture their image of what happens next.
My first foray into micro fiction was a ghost story, and as it tumbled through my mind, I created another character that I love exploring. Lucas and those like him can give souls an anchor to prevent their journey into the unknown. I’ve continued to explore his skills through my various stories. And each one has given me another insight into this dynamic. While it’s been a while since I’ve explored Lucas’s world, I’m eager to return to his special skills.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
Lucas tugged his jacket, covering the dark edges of a tattoo as he stepped into the hospital room.
A wispy shade poked out of Lucas’s abdomen, shoving a finger into his face. “Why are you attempting to add another ghost? She doesn’t appear to be interested in your offer.”
With a smile, Lucas swatted the ghost’s arm. “Because I haven’t extended it yet. Now go away and don’t disturb us, unless you’re invited.” Lucas ran his fingers down his chest as he sauntered toward the bed. “The same goes for everyone. Sandra and I will have a private conversation.”
A chorus of consent echoed as Lucas sat beside the patient.
Lucas reached out, jostling the worn woman. “Hello Sandra.”
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