Cold, Grey Day

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.”

On this cold, grey day, I stood on top of the hill as the rain started to pour. Thunder rumbled, accompanied by a slash of lightning which sparked the sky for an instant.

I felt totally jaded as I made my way up there. This used to be our playground. We all ran up and down until we were tired but satisfied. Ah, the joy of childhood memories.

Now, Miners Hill is like a ghost town, only spirits live here after a big fire burned most of our houses.

For: Ghost

Other “ghosts” posts:
The forgotten title

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