We never know what will emerge in our lives as inspiration, do we? For me, it might be a penny sitting alone on a sidewalk. Or a melody, an overheard conversation, a well written-passage in a book, or a memory of my best friend always getting a packaged Hostess brand treat in her lunchbox, while my “dessert” was a baggie of raisins.
In this case, it was the image below that sparked my mental tangent into the frightful back woods of a dim forest. I looked at it and thought: “Under what circumstances might one find an abandoned junker in the woods with its lights on?” And it came to me.
And here it is.
Recycling: a ghost story
Joe stepped through tendrils of ghostly fog.
He had followed the voice, so reminiscent of his friend Mick who died in the war. He remembered their favorite pastime — cruising town, chasing girls.
“Come, Joe. See my new form.”
Form?
When he found the abandoned car, its lights flashed on.
Thank you for reading my 50-word micro-fiction story. Your comments are welcome!
I wrote this story when I ran a weekly micro-fiction writing contest, and I would also often contribute my own piece, just for fun. This story was my piece for the prompt, “ghost.”