Drabbles
by tallsunshine12
5. Mariket (from my story, Mariket's Tomb)
Moffitt, professor of archaeology, heard singing. He had heard it then and was hearing it now. Was it on the wind, or playing at the back of his mind?
It was 1950. The war was over. He'd returned to this strip of coast where the Rat Patrol had once destroyed an enemy radio installation, as well as Mariket's, an ancient Roman princess', tomb. But though the C-3 destroyed her home, the child-spirit had never left it. Singing, still.
No child now, she suddenly appeared—and offered him her hand.
"Walk with me," she said, a soft treble in her voice.