Short Fiction Month #12: Ghost Story

Oh look, it’s another of those pesky 50-worders that haven’t quite been as daily as promised due to editing and meeting your literary heroes and whatnot. Well, it’s a spooky Halloween-y one, at least.

The tapping at the window was getting irritating now. Matt drew back the curtains, but nothing was there. The front door creaked open. Breath misted into the night air. Still nothing. He turned back to the lounge.

His pale, insubstantial wife stood before him.

‘Was she worth it?’

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