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Holiday Lost (Friday Fictioneers)

June 21, 2018

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

 

City of love. Of dreams and romance and imagination.

There is a strange peace on the cobbled streets. Hiking my backpack higher, I shuffle it sideways trying to redistribute the load. My camera strap digs into my neck which is hot to touch – probably sunburn. Shouts and calls in Italian go unacknowledged. Alone, I wander over another bridge and sigh. I’m invisible in a city of movement.

Walking into the shadows around a café I wave. No response.

“Hello? Speak English?

She didn’t even look my way. I glanced at my hand. Gone. Only grey cobblestones through transparent skin.

Fading…

 

 

This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt

Word Count: 100

 

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30 Comments
  1. A ghost wandering about the streets…

  2. Very mysterious, whether literal or metaphorical. Nicely balanced.

  3. Great supernatural vibe

  4. Fading. A good one, Laurie.

  5. Dear Laurie,

    It seems you see dead people. They don’t know they’re dead…;) Good one.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  6. Cleverly done. I’m left wondering why she’s still wandering around, being unseen.

  7. Lovely quirky tale of a ghostly traveller. Well done!

  8. No dearth of ghosts in Venice. Love your take on this one.

  9. A ghost with a backpack? That makes me wonder what happened to her, and how she became a ghost. An intriguing tale!

  10. I like that this ghost can feel a sunburn! Well told ghost story.

  11. OMG a ghost and they’ve only just realised it, that would come as shock

  12. A sunburned ghost, or a living person who simply feels invisible? Either way, great atmosphere.

  13. Wonder if she spends the next few minutes in utter distress as she comes to terms with her situation? I like the detail of the sunburned skin – pulled me right into the story with her.

    • Thank you… I think she is filled with sadness. It’s probably a good thing she doesn’t remember how she died

  14. You’ve done a great job of establishing atmosphere, and I loved the ending.

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