Hannon was the last man to die on the last day of the battle. It was most unfortunate for he stuck his head out just as the last shell arrived and there only remained a small red stain on the concrete on which he had been standing.
As he had literally been scattered to the four winds death bypassed his soul and his ghost was all that remained and found itself stuck inside what was left of the building they had all been sheltering in.
So, his life was indeed bleak, no prospect of change as far as he could tell and when the storms blew in, he felt the cold as never before, he hated being wet as he didn’t think ghosts felt anything or got themselves wet. His non-life was full of revelations he told himself as another visitor stubbed his cigarette out on the window ledge where he was sitting.
He had grown to dislike the hordes of visitors who came each year during the summer and crowded in pushing him up against the walls and leaving their offensive body odour lingering until the north-easterly breeze sprang up and pushed it out of his space.
So as the summer approached, the warm weather and the flies, the tourists, their smells and their rubbish, he wondered if in fact, he was in hell.
Written for: https://scvincent.com/2017/11/23/thursday-photo-prompt-bleak-writephoto/
It certainly sounds like hell…
That would be a bleak existence – if you can call it existing. Good story, Michael 🙂
Thanks Lyn
Poor Hannon… what a way to go, and then to ‘exist’ after!
That is certainly bleak. You would think it couldn’t get any worse after dying like that…
Too bad he can’t “haunt” them in someway to scare them off. But then that would just bring the ghost hunters and exorcists (which might not be a bad thing if they could free his soul).
Interesting dilemma isn’t it.
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That was grand. Loved it. An intro to something bigger? (hint, hint). Appreciated. X
Thanks so much, maybe what you imply may come about, one never knows….thanks for the comment.
Great response. (K)
Hell by any other name. Well done.
Thank you Ellen.
It was polar opposite of my take on the prompt.
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