Friday Fictioneers – Lights


Yes, of course I see them. Lights all around—how could I not notice? But that doesn’t mean gawping rudely like a village idiot. Etiquette dictates one pretends not to witness.

Why? You ask why? Well, the creatures lack a shred of clothing. Suppose it was your wife or mother—would you want folks to ogle?

We’ll take them gently aside, at the right moment, and explain. They tend to resist. But when you point out food and drink pass straight through, they begin to understand. Ghosts are only people who don’t realise they’re dead. With acceptance, they find peace.


Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

65 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Lights

  1. Neil,
    They came into the world with nothing, they go out with nothing, not even a shred of clothing. The average ghost story forgets that which makes yours a real standout. :>)


  2. This reminds me of a Dennis Wheatley book I read over half a century ago. He rather oddly wrote that the just-departed were served bowls of soup on arrival at their next destination. Funny, the things FF posts have us recalling on an autumn evening. Make mine Heinz tomato!

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