Written for Friday Fictioneers. Friday Fictioneers is a Flash fiction community curated by the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff. You can read and add yours by clicking the link provided at the end of this post. In response to the photo prompt by Jennifer Pendergast here’s…
Three Lagged Man, Two Lagged Man
My father found my uncle after 36 years.
“He came to me and said,’ You look old Monu.’ I was sitting at the bench by the pond. ‘Who are you?’ I asked. He sat beside me. ‘You come here often. I see you. This place reminds you of home, doesn’t it?’ The kid looked at me and smiled. And I recognized him.”
“But he died during war. Drowned, you said.”
The kid came to see him at hospital. In those occasions, he looked happy.
“It took you too long.”
After his funeral I met the kid once, to pay him.
I have written a couple of phantasmal yarns recently. And it seems no one except me could see the ghosts. May be the spectres were lost among the words. I’m looking forward to see what everyone make of this one (which by the way is not a ghost story).