Drawn to the light, as all ghosts are, he would stand for hours in a thin finger of sunshine, letting it pierce his heart like a spear of burning gold, shuffling sideways an inch at a time as the earth turned; until the clouds gathered or night fell and he froze into a state of patient expectation.
Tag: Those Who Wait
I originally published this tale of inline skating and the supernatural, in November 2020, but realised that it was rubbish, and pulled it. After much scrabbling about, it returned from the dead in June 2024. Some posts relate to the original, catastrophic version.
Not so fast, Mr Bond!
Fun with apostrophes and super-villains
The crap first draft
The end of the first draft is just an excuse to make yourself a cup of tea and treat yourself to a biscuit