Flash Fiction: Twilight Ghost
Holiday Motel on Third Street
© Miles Shapiro
Written by Emma Mathes
Photo by Miles Shapiro
Every evening, he went for a walk. It couldn’t be too light outside, but the darkness made him dangerously lazy. So he chose the midpoint.
With great lumbering steps, he lugged around his limbs and stalked the sidewalk. Young women walking in the opposite direction tended to cross the street instead of his path, but he didn’t mind. He preferred to be alone.
He enjoyed passing the Holiday Motel. Its cheerful sign had been broken for three months now. The Hol-Day Motel. He chuckled each time.
Then, about a mile from home, he’d sneak into the brush of the woods behind the park, and he’d scream.
