Susan sat with her little girl on an ancient crumbling tomb, a respectful distance from her husband as he grieved; grey head bowed, tears falling on white flowers.
“Mum?” A grin was fighting its way to the surface of her daughter Amy’s face.
“Do you think this place is haunted?” Always the same question, always asked bright eyed and smiling.
“Could be sweetheart,” Susan replied before leaping at Amy, arms reaching out for a tickle. “Boooooooo!” Giggles and laughter echoed through the graveyard.
Her husband stood, turning from the two graves to leave.
“Bye-bye Daddy. We love you.”
Genre: Supernatural Fiction
Word Count: 100
Very quick thanks to Rochelle for hosting, and to J Hardy Carroll for the photo.
FYI – My Nanowrimo effort has been pathetic, but mostly because I’ve been flattened with gastro for a week and a half (kids in childcare…ugh).