The 19th prompt from Hades Lord of the Dead: ghostly.


Ghostly


The London fog was a familiar presence, almost a friend…

diffusing the lamplight, muffling the sound of horses' hooves on cobbles,

softening the scene,

wrapping the scars of the city in swirling grey folds,

shrinking the world beyond cosy parlours,

obscuring all that lay between.

But…

Out here on the moor, this was no familiar companion,

but a malevolent wraith, dropping its cloak over treacherous mire,

filling low hollows, blurring the margins between precipice

and solid ground,

closing in on the wary watchers, distorting senses, unsettling emotions,

setting a ghostly stage, with a mournful howl

and an unearthly pattering sound….

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