Jump back


This is a flash fiction story. Our writing group discussed ghost stories. The course tutor gave us the challenge of writing a story in exactly 100 words that would include the essential ingredients of this genre. The clue is in the title.






Jump back

The girl looked familiar.

Crouching , fingers feeling the sidewalk surface, glossy nails searching between the slabs, she looked helpless, as though blind.

“Can I help you?” Reluctantly, late for the meeting on the 95th floor.

She ignored me.

“Look, I’d like to help, but I’m late.”

“No, wait, please, you mustn’t go. You must help me look.”

“What are you trying to find?” Checking my watch.

A shadow flitted over us, her answer lost in an explosion of sound above.

Distracted, I looked up, “What did you say?”

“Myself.” She replied. “My life.”

When l looked down she had gone…..

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