Haunted Muse

 

Footsteps echoed through the empty station

and voices of long ago bounced off cold, tiled walls

Enjoying a moment alone, a respite from a chaotic life,

she willed the sunlight that kissed her face

to inspire her next journey



A deep, low whistle broke her reverie

as harried passengers left one train for another

and others passed by with unseeing eyes

She winked at the young girl in a rumpled dress

trailing behind a woman in white



In the moment when the child’s eyes met hers

and a smile lit up that pallid face,

she knew she’d found her next story

Pushing open doors of that abandoned depot,

she returned to the land of the living

and began to write





photo and prompt: Friday Fictioneers