Earth was silent, dark, dense beneath the enormous frame.
Heartbeats grew further apart, the slight tremor of ice shards like glass in long lashes and shaggy coat. A dozen bitter winters, this the first when it is too much to stand.
An eyelid raises, cracking its frozen seam to see a bright line in greenish-yellow against the sky’s ink.
No sound or scent of footed life, only the patient gathering scrapes of talon and wing.
The eye is open, the chest is now silent. He draws a breath.
The circle tightens. The sky’s line glows.
One soul rises, absolved.
This is an exactly 100-word flash fiction piece for a tradition of writing ghost stories on Christmas Eve. We acknowledge a sinful and hopeless world, and welcome the dawn in full awareness that Christmas day brings us light.
Advent Ghosts 100 Word Storytelling is put on by Loren Eaton at I Saw Lightning Fall. See other entries there.