Photo credit, @Goroyboy.
Four ghosts approached a charming, Southern mansion.
“I’m not comfortable with this assignment,” Marv said.
A younger ghost, Jeb, responded, “Really, Marv? My family farmed cotton and it was our livelihood. I think it’s wonderful.”
“Oh, yeah? Who actually picked it?”
“Won’t asking reassignment delay moving on from the “in-between?” Kat asked.
“Kat, I’ve been ‘in-between’ for a hundred and fifty years. You get used to it. Time flies. This is a matter of principle. So this is all okay with you?” Marv gestured to the wreath.
“Well, I’m not sure. My ancestors were slaves in cotton fields.”
The others looked surprised.
She continued, “I also had ancestors who were farmers and plantation owners. I’m a product of both sides. Bygones should be bygones. Maybe we’re here for that reason.”
“You’re so modern, Miss High and Mighty,” Marv said. “Okay, What do you think Eskel?”
Eskel tapped his chin, deep in thought. “I say we move on. Cotton wreath?” He chuckled. “We’re bound to be assigned to someone with better decorative taste.”
copyright, 2018 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
~174 words (without photo credit and title).
*The opinions expressed in this flash fiction are not necessarily the opinions of this author. Wait, I think I represented every possible opinion. Did I miss any? In fact, it was hard to stay within the 150 words +/- 25 rule! For a description of this writing challenge or to view other entries, visit Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers April 16th