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.
Source: Pixabay image by DarkMoon 1968
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 so much for reading my short story. This story is for the weekly 50-word challenge. (We have a lot of fun. You should join us!) The prompt word for this past week was "ghost." Check it out. Even better, give it a try.
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