PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods
The humid Mumbai air wrapped warmth around her as she sat huddled.
The waves lapped against the tetrapods insinuating of some company.
The eerie silence compounded with the luminous moon peeping slyly
through the stirring branches seemed more ghoulish. Thoughts flowed
seamlessly in the quietude and translated into the nib moving furiously
She preferred words on her screen.
The door creaked and faint light invaded her dark bedroom.
Standing in the doorway was her mother, "Ananya, off to bed. Only ghosts
write at night".
"Ï am ‘ghost’ writing for my papa".
An invisible loving hand caressed her head.
Written for : Friday Fictioneers