Every midsummer night, when the veil between the living and the dead is thin, ghost fanatics would visit this collapsed cave, all hoping to catch a glimpse of a girl drawing on the wall like she had been drawing on these walls her whole life. While she care-freely etched her “ghost” stick into the wall, she would sing in an exotic language that would captivate the audience.
For a moment, everyone would feel like they are trapped under a spell, they would feel like time has stopped while this girl performed. Minutes after midnight, as she departs, everyone would suddenly wake, having no memory of what had happened. They would feel like they had woken up after a long restful sleep. They would be disappointed to not had seen the ghost of the girl and they would go and never come back. From beyond, the girl would smile and continue singing, never knowing the power she holds over her audience.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.