It wasn’t about the grave where I usually lay my flowers that I spotted the waif . The bright sunlight gave her blonde curls that opalescent glow. Knowing at once she had passed over, I asked her why she was there. A translucent tear rolled down her cheek.
“He did this”
And with that she disappeared.
Musings and Smatterings 
Great storytelling in 55 words! “It wasn’t about the grave…” Such a loaded phrase to beginning which leads to various interpretations. Emotional too.
A very creative POV. A powerful few words that leave room for many storylines. Just like your story when she disappears, I’ll leave your words in a minute, but my mind will keep churning the rest of the story. I like.
Very nice, so simple yet filled with a story buried waiting to be told out loud…nice take …bkm
ugh…that opens the door to all kinds of bad feelings about what might have happened to her…thanks…smiles. nice write…
oh my – this sounds not good at all…agh..good capture of a sad moment shan
An entire novel in 55 words, pete. What a gift you have.
yeesh, shan–not pete–had two pages up and flipped the comments! I am so getting old. Yours is also a novel and also you have a gift, plus the storyteller’s knack, but you are definitely not pete. 😉
“he did this” OMG, gave me chills. excellent story telling, S. wow!
Great story – with a chill.
wow what a tale you have opened up with this ~ amazing ~ all sorts of wonderings and connotations ~ powerful write ~ Lib ~ @libithina
And here we have the GHOST STORY…let’s wait until midnight to continue. I’m thinking this is a nice companion to Diana’s. Enjoyed it very much. Gay
wonderfully spooky and definitely an excellent beginning for an entire ghost story. great write, Shân! ♥
Sweet. To the point. Maks me wonder if this is real.