From the corner of the cramped bedroom, he watched her chest rise and fall under the floral comforter. He inhaled the familiar lavender scent. A quivering flash of lightning coincided with the rumble of thunder and she stirred.
After crossing the room to the bedside table, he reached for the framed photograph, but tipped it over. She sat upright while scanning the darkness that cloaked her quarters. The rhythmic pelting of rain against the window filled the room.
He slipped under the covers and ran his pale fingertip along her warm thigh.
She screamed, but he was already gone.
Have you ever had a ghostly encounter? I had one last night! I’m writing a few scenes for my book based on my experiences.
You are welcome to leave the link to your flash fiction in my comment section!
Photo by Susie Lindau