copyright-Randy Mazie
It is with true love as it is with ghosts; everyone talks about it, but few have seen it.–Francois de La Rochefoucauld
The heartbroken ghost cares not for the man sitting in her cemetery. Nor does she ponder the bleating goat. Her transparent fingers trace the name of her beloved etched in marble.
He used to awaken her with gentle kisses on her inner thigh. She’d smile and stroke his unshaven face.
After his sudden death, the grief was so great she took her own life. His spirit journeyed to Heaven. Hers was destined to roam the Earth.
Though ghosts don’t sleep, her spirit became awakened by his. The same way it was in life. His lips settled on her alabaster thigh.
100 words/Genre: Ghost Story
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Criticisms and kudos are most welcome. Bring it on my loves, bring it on.
A very touching and romantic write…
It’s not my best. But it’s certainly not my worst.
Yes, very moving. Nice work.
Thank you.
Gentle kisses on her inner thigh..yum, freaking yum.
“yum, freaking yum” <— This, one hundred times this.
😉
Yeppers!
Who doesn’t love kisses on the inner thigh? I think they’re my favorite. Giggle.
And a stubbly cheek. My favorite, for sure.
Lovely response Renee. Very sensual.
Glad you liked it.
Very nice. Mine is scheduled for tomorrow.
Scott
Glad you liked it hon. I’ll be sure to read yours today.
k 🙂
Dear Renee,
This story was luscious, yet ineffably sad. Very well told. left me filled with longing, much like her ghost.
Aloha,
Doug
Dear Doug,
That’s exactly what I was going for. I’m glad you felt what she did. At the end, she got him back. It’s all she wanted anyway.
Love, Rene
Dear Renee,
You’ve taken romance to a new dimension. Touching, sweet and sad.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Dear Rochelle,
It wasn’t my best. Are you sure it was okay? I needed more words to tell it properly. 🙂
Always, Renee
Dear Renee,
You are one person I will not BS. You are a delight in that you’re serious enough about your writing to relish constructive crit. I’m certainly no the “end-all” when it comes to the craft. I’m pretty much a novice, perhaps a few paces ahead in the journey.
Shalom,
Rochelle
You are by no means a ‘novice’. You write with heart, as do I, that’s why I cherish every critique you give me. You published a damn book for the love of Bob. Me, I published a few short stories. I’m a blogger that has NEVER taken one creative writing class and I couldn’t write a poem that rhymes to save my life. So bring on every criticism. Tear me down and bring me up. I need it. Thanks Love.
Always,
Renee
So beautiful and tender. You’ve painted a beautiful relationship.
Thank you Sarah Ann. I tried to do just that.
Poor thing.
No honey, she got him back. Fortunately, it didn’t take eternity for her to feel his spirit again.
I can always count on you for my weekly shot of romance. Thank you darling, it’s all I get these days. 😉
I’m glad you liked it. I’ll pray for more romance in your life. Everyone needs a little from time to time. Who am I kidding? We need a lot of it!!! 😉
Hmmmm..food for thought.
Your story gives “alabaster thighs” a completely different, literal meaning. 🙂
janet
Close your eyes Janet. Can you see him lying there? His bristly skin prickling her thighs, but she doesn’t mind at all. He’s kissing her delicate skin. He looks at her and gives a lopsided grin. Touching his cheek, she closes her eyes. Knowing she wasn’t fully alive until the first time he touched her……
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This may be my favourite of what I’ve read of yours. You had me sighing at the image of the ghost tracing her fingers over the name… wonderful, darling.
Thank you my love. It kind of puts me in mind of another story I wrote last summer titled, the ghost of a great love. It’s really kinda crappy writing. But the story is a fucking heart breaker. I should edit it, and submit if for publication with Ether Books. It’s about a dirty poet I knew once upon a time….. Sigh…..
A lovely read for me. Delicate and evocative. Clever and well done!
Penny, thank you so much for the compliment. I sure do appreciate it. 🙂
Mm, I think I’ll take a cold shower.
Even after a ghost story of 100 words? I guess my work here is done. Giggle, snort!