Despite my routine resolution to do a better job of completing my stories on a schedule, a new/revived hobby has already derailed those efforts. While I’m eager to get my writing on a schedule, I am pleased to delve into photography, using the Nikon D300 that was gathering dust. With every trip to nearby parks, my skills behind the camera will improve and eventually some of those images will be the basis for future stories. Keep an eye out for upcoming artwork roundup posts which will highlight these images.
Meanwhile, I’m pleased to present the first piece of micro-fiction in 2023. The first micro-tale is a Ghost Story, and when I turned to my staple of characters, I tapped Lucas and his collection of shades. However, I wanted him to depart from his normal banter, so I blended this brief narrative with the hints of a love story.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
“Why are you following that woman?”
With a soft sigh, Lucas brushed through the ghost swirling about his arm. When the shade receded into his portrait, Lucas stepped forward, plucking the fallen produce off the ground. Lucas reached out, tapping her shoulder as he flourished the ripe fruit. “I believe this fell from your basket.”
She glanced down at the proffered item as her tongue slid between her front teeth. “That’s not mine.”
“Are you sure, Elouise?”
She plucked the red fruit from his grasp and waved it between them as her lips curled into a playful grin. “Why do you insist on making choices for me?”
With a smile, Lucas eased it into the basket. While he gathered up Elouise’s hands, the obstinate shade’s head seeped out of Lucas’ tattoo and twisted about his anchor’s arm.
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