Ghostly Memories

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

I had last seen my great-grandfather’s house when I was five.  It hadn’t changed in those 50 years.

The invite from the distant cousin took me by surprise, but I gladly accepted.

As soon as I arrived the memories of not being believed about the boy swimming in the icy stream came flooding back.

After lunch I walked to the place where I’d seen him.  The feel of slimy fingers on my throat returned.

“This is where my mother found your body,” my cousin said.  “Rest in Peace.”

The full force of my lie hit me as I faded away.


word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Dale Rogerson. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

35 thoughts on “Ghostly Memories

  1. Sebastian

    Reading this fiction piece brought back memories of my own childhood and the feelings of fear and disbelief that came with it. It was a powerful reminder of the impact our lies can have on ourselves and others, and the emotional toll it can take.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Sometimes it is frustrating to not have enough words, but sometimes the vagueness caused by that lack of words actually ends up making the story better. Not sure which way here, but…

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  2. msjadeli

    Trent, what a poignant holiday ghost story. I’m sure the departed, especially those who die through unexpected tragedy, do just these things. Have you read, “Lincoln in the Bardo” by George Saunders? I read it recently and your story made me think of it.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Hmm, I guess the distant cousin might be a ghost as well, and that’s why it was 50 years – he just passed away and so could call him. But doesn’t have to be that way.



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