Flash Fiction: Unpacking Suitcase
Stuck in silver gelatin, will o’ wisps go alone in the daylight.
Inside a suitcase, they travel with fear into the unknown.
Then taken by the shadows of the backwoods, imitating their ghostly form, they swim above like albino carps, floating in the air.
Igniting the grey sky, gleaming in pale light.
Just beyond reach, they escape from the darkness of a forgotten suitcase, stuffing the air with small and tender silver shadows.
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