Posted by: DIYwriting | November 12, 2022

The Porch Dance

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson 

As I watched the shadows on the porch dance, I knew this would be the last normal day I had. Household items had been slowly disappearing for weeks and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t figure out to where. I had known we wouldn’t stay long, but I was hoping this time, we would stick around for a while. But I also knew I wasn’t going with them. I silently packed my small  backpack and climbed out my bedroom window. The ghosts were still there and they were still calling to me. As they had been my entire life. 

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  1. A mysterious piece, hinting at larger turmoil.


  2. Very mysterious. It feels like a turning point for the main character. Hoping it works out for her.


  3. One must heed the call. Nicely done.


  4. Oh, my. I hope she isn’t a child but at least an older teen who knows how to protect herself. She could be going from bad to worse!


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