NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge: 100 words or less in 24 hours
Genre: Ghost Story Action: Braiding
I half-woke to the sensation of Molly’s fingers gently drawing my locks. Electric.
“I always loved your hair,” she mooned.
I was bleary.
“I thought you were driving to Peoria today.“
“There was an accident on the highway. I didn’t make it.”
“So, you came here to be with me?”
I raised my head to kiss her but she was behind me, out of reach, plaiting my hair without touching my scalp, like magic.
“Guy on a bike came through my windshield” Her voice vibrated in my head. “So here I am with you my love.”
A few words were changed after kind and most excellent feedback from three judges.