Curiosity took the better of him.
The voice he thought he’d heard seemed painfully familiar. He told his companions to wait for him while he inspected the derelict house across the street. Had they known his reason for going there, they’d laugh.
He wasn’t wrong though. There she was, leaning on the windowsill, ethereal and beautiful, a light smile on her face. Somehow back from the dead, his former wife was beckoning him to come closer.
The temptation was hard to resist.
He waltzed with the mysterious spirit, remembering times long past, wondering, fearing, dreaming. He took a great risk, knowing that if this was a wraith, it would be impossible to break free of its hold.
A frenzied kiss with the image of his loved one quelled his fear for the time being.
Written for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge. Another amazing prompt with a romantic touch. I couldn’t help but make it dark. Sort of.
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Painting: Edward Munch