Saturday, 8 September 2018

The Fog

                      Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers



                                



                       This week's photo prompt is provided by Jodi McKinney. Thank you Jodi!




The fog drifted across the fence revealing foliage and facades of structures in 

the distant. Aurelia squinted her eyes and adjusted her glasses to see the 

silhouette of a grey suit with a slight limp aided by a walking stick.

He flashes his Identity Card to introduce himself.

“What brings you here Mr. Detective? You cannot smell a crime around miles in 

the salubrious surroundings.”

His eyes roamed the length and breadth of the ranch. A pair of wheel-tracks 

showed on the moist earth as Aurelia negotiated her ‘dependency chair’ as she 

called it, wheeling herself towards the ranch house.

“Locals complained of a ghost with a penchant for men”.

“I haven’t heard, Detective. You may go”.

“I will come back".

“You need not “as the words resonated close to his ear-drum. He winced as he 

felt the warmth of the fluid trickle down his back. The light in his eyes fades 

away.

She pushes the wheelchair away, “Bother, I have to clean this mess. Another 

number added to the statistics of missing person”.


          written for : Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thank you, Priceless Joy.

                                                             


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