Seeing Ghosts (Wednesday Words 8.17.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a line to be used within the work. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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Seeing Ghosts

A knock on the door made Justin pause with the spoon halfway to his mouth. With a curious frown, he set the silverware down and pushed away from the kitchen table, wandering off towards the front door. Another insistent knock sounded.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he grumbled. “Interrupting my breakfast.”

One last knock sounded before he grabbed the handle and opened the door, only to stop dead in his tracks at who was standing on his doorstep. He felt all the air whoosh out of his lungs, his heart stop. The blood drained from his face and his knees weakened. His mouth worked around but no sound came out. Shock didn’t even begin to cover what he was feeling.

“Hi, Justin,” the visitor said softly.

He gaped. “Hi? Hi? HI?!” His voice turned squeaky for a second. “You died! I… We… You… We buried you!” He felt ready to faint, swaying on his feet.

“I know…” His face fell and he reached out to steady his old roommate, only for Justin to jump back like he was poison. He tried not to let it hurt so much. “Justin, I am so sorry for all of this. But I had to.”

“Had to what? You’re supposed to be dead!” He put his hand over his heart. “Oh… Oh my God… I’m going to faint. I’m having a heart attack. Where’s the phonebook? I’m seeing ghosts. I need a psychologist. Where’s my straight jacket!?” He turned away from the visitor and started stumbling down the hall, still muttering to himself in utter disbelief.

“Justin,” he called, quickly letting himself in and closing the door. “Justin, please, just hear me out.” Worry tinged his voice and grey eyes.

“Hear out a dead man?” He laughed crazily. “Hear out a dead man? You hear that, universe! I’ve gone loco!” His head pounded and he rubbed at his forehead. “Oh… Oh… Where’s my aspirin?”

“Justin, stop.” He reached out and took his friend’s arm. “I faked my death, I had to. I’m not dead.”

“Faked…” Justin stared at him. “Why the hell would you do that, Jason!?”

He flinched back a little. “I had no choice. Not until the coast was clear.”

“Clear of what? Seagulls?!”

Jason frowned. “No,” he replied softly. “Until I was no longer being stalked.”

For a moment, Justin stilled and just stared at him. Then he started wandering off again. “My best friend, my lover, my heart and soul just fakes his death and disappears without a trace, without so much as an explanation. We buried a casket, a casket with no body. Nothing but photos and trinkets and… And you think it was alright to simply show up at my doorstep with no warning?” His hand went against his head, eyes fluttering closed. “I’m going to faint.”

“You aren’t going to faint.”

Justin shot him a glare, wandering into the bathroom and pulling out the bottle of aspirin. He stared at the directions for how many not to exceed, frowned, then popped one extra into his hand anyways and downed them with a glass of water. There was not enough aspirin in the world for this circumstance.

“You’re angry with me…”

“Angry? You ate all my cereal and faked your death for three years! I have a right to be angry!”

Jason frowned. “You’re still on about the cereal?”

“They were my cocoa puffs. You messed with my morning routine. Like, oh my God, even today!” He motioned wildly back down the hall towards the kitchen where his bowl of cereal was sitting and waiting for him.

Jason sighed, looking up to the ceiling and muttering something.

“How can you just simply upend your life and leave me hanging for three years thinking you were gone and you ripped my heart into pieces and…” He was blubbering now, starting to cry in the overwhelming emotions.

His roommate frowned and stepped up to him, planting his lips softly against his to stop his inconsistent babbling. Justin stilled, going silent at the caress of warm lips he had missed for so long. After a moment Jason pulled back and leaned his forehead against Justin’s, staring into those blue eyes he loved so much.

“I hate you.”

Jason gave a wistful smile. “But you also love me.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered.

“I know…” He put his hand against Justin’s cheek. “Please, can we talk this out?”

Justin hesitated, then gave a small nod, letting his partner lead him down the hall to the living room to sit and talk. “You know that kiss doesn’t make up for three years of absence. And you owe me a bowl of non-soggy cocoa puffs now.”

Jason chuckled, stopping to give him a quick kiss, glad he was calming down now. “I know. And I will get you a bowl of non-soggy cocoa puffs after we talk. I promise. By the way,” he reached over to the side table and picked up the phone, handing it to him, “call off work. This is going to take awhile.”

He took a shaky breath to calm himself, then dialed the phone while Jason sat him down on the couch. He could tell if was going to be a long, long emotional day. He better go grab some tissues and unplug the phone after he was done with this call.


Now you can find this flash fiction work and others on my profile on Wattpad! Click here for my profile and go dive into a sea of Shards of Imagination!

Also, as I work to play catch up from my latest computer crash, I will be posting the Shards of a prompt I missed from May and June directly to Wattpad each week. That means two Shards every week! Those old prompts will not be posted to my blog so if you wish to see the old one of the week, you’ll have to hop on over to my profile on Wattpad.

Since I’ve been focusing on editing with a deadline, the next oldest Shard has not yet gone up on Wattpad. Next week I’ll have the final two catch up Shards done and posted with links here!

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