Flash Fiction #54 – A Lonely Haunting

Little Rory can’t leave the woods. 

Six feet in any direction, 

she starts to fade. 

She knows she’s dead 

when a hungry coyote 

digs up one of her arms 

and drags it off. 

Her charm bracelet 

around the decaying wrist 

jingles like bells on Santa’s slay.

She wonders if her parents 

unwrapped her presents. 

She misses her family. 

She counts the winters that pass. 

If she were alive, she’d be 45. 

The only person who visits her grave 

is her murderer. 

He’s old now. 

Rory’s terrified. 

Will his spirit haunt the area 

with her once he dies?

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