Ghost Writer (49)

“Hollow. I am hollow. Good. More room for words.”

The Ghost Writer


50 Word Stories – The Dance Macabre


We danced with the spirits and twirled with the ghosts, we two breathers who’d stumbled upon them mimicking their ways. White tee-shirts pulled to our eyes, we danced till we dropped, then danced some more. The thrill was in hoping we’d tricked them, but knowing we’d not. Best night ever!