50 Word Stories
Returning
The candle flickered, gasped, died in the stiff night.
Such things, happening the way they do, send us into a frenzied panic or a paused frenzy. I opted for the latter.
I’d waited long for her return after our sudden parting.
“Mother,” she said.
I smiled at my daughter’s ghost.
Copyright © 2001 by Karin Pinter
