Flash Fiction: Premorbid
Jasmine leant against the concrete wall watching the traffic groan.
A moving image of a gaunt phantasm emerged from the wall behind her striding onto the gripped road.
The ghost was her, fifteen years prior. No coffin required this time nor emptive LCD displays showing images of happy beautiful pasts.
A moving image of a gaunt phantasm emerged from the wall behind her striding onto the gripped road.
The ghost was her, fifteen years prior. No coffin required this time nor emptive LCD displays showing images of happy beautiful pasts.
