First appearing to me when I was a child, it rattled past the ornament box I’d come to claim from a dark corner of our garage.
Only bones. Its back curved gently along the spine, its toes landing with a soft tap as it walked, stilting, no skin on anything. Even the tail was bare, white, hard.
It had a shyness mixed with urgency, wanting something. 30 years later I still don’t know what.
Part of myself moved with that creature.
I never told anyone. Alive and not.
It still comes when I call. I don’t talk about that, either.
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.
Note: I regret being unable to provide attribution for the photo. This is as close as I could get to the source.