It’s Not Mama
When she was out of town, he slept with Jack..
An unexpected, steady thump. Had she made it home? Christmas Eve. Flipping on the light, he rolled over to see the last wag. His companion’s body went rigid, he lifted his head, his ears flat against the skull.
Beyond the window there was no car. No footprints. No one. Just the snow.
“Quiet, baby. It’s not Mama, yet.”
The animal stood, emitting a nearly silent howl, sound he felt in his stomach.
Jack leapt off the bed, his face to the wall. His trembling body was the only sound now.
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.
6 thoughts on ““It’s Not Mama” – Advent Ghosts 2016”
Nicely done, Elizabeth.
This one is fairly charged with foreboding.
What dogs perceive that we don’t really freaks me out.
Chilling. I don’t suppose this guy’s going to make it to the next day.
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