Turn Back

55 Fiction   I wait for her to turn back, look and wave her hand at me as she walks away from me. She doesn't even turn back until she disappears at the corner. I turn back somewhat disappointed and this happens every morning when I drop my daughter at school.

Brave

55 Fiction He was writing a horror story with candle light one rainy night, when the wind closed his window with a thud. "I don't believe in ghosts unless the window opens." He said, forcing a brave smile. He froze as the window opened slowly, and the wind blew off the candle light.