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An old man peers down a stairwell.   His tiny flashlight meets the modem convenience of motion detector controlled lighting.  His aged eyes claw at shadows to make out figures.  Nothing comes into focus. 

From stories up his castle has keep him safe.  From the outside, it’s well worn weathered face shows little of value here.  The floors creak and moan.   Walls pop and the day time heat leaves through  the roof.   Much like the old man, it lies in perpetual half awake mode. 

A small boy scurried across the floor.   A bouncing ball leads him.  

“Mommy ate the ghosts here?” A fragile voice of innocence carries. 

“No, darling! Ghosts are just for scary stories.” Mommy replies from an unseen place.

Ward looks down.   “Sonny, look up and you’ll see one!”

The old man smiles. Another family to occupy his time at last. 
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers; details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/09/19/fffaw-challenge-week-of-september-20-2016/

21 thoughts on “Ward

    1. That’s the fun part of writing. I would believe his world never changed from his view. Explain a computer to someone who never drove a car. It would be witchcraft. I have taken the ghost route before and comfort in expressing him probably helped. 😀

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  1. This old man. Seems a bit malevolent, even ghostly himself? It’s his home, but maybe it’s his home even after life? I’m scared he us going to hurt the boy and his Mom! Great write!

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