Flash Fiction: Ground Zero

 

Out of her dirty car window, she saw the house demolished. She waited for relief to hit her, making the world ok again. It never came. Instead, her emotions were as flat as the ground before her. Should have stayed away… no, had to make sure.

The house of horrors reduced to nothing more than several diary volumes. Would she be able to move forward? In her mind’s eye, her childhood home still stood tall. Shivers ran through her spine. Don’t go into the second bedroom. It’s location now covered in a mound of gravel. Was it enough to trap and hold the dirty spirit? Where did earthbound ghosts go when their haunting ground become ground zero? Wiped from the land of the living the medium told her. “Blow up the house and you’ll find peace. Rebuild.”

And here she was, builders preparing to rebuild. Sighing, she turned the ignition. The motor roared. No point in staying, her job done. The next tenants spook free. The car crawled along the construction site.

“Didn’t think you would get rid of me did you?”

The spirit of the local serial killer grinned at her from the back seat as they left the lot.

 

(200 Words)

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by wildverbs for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Thanks to both. 

13 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Ground Zero

  1. Abhijit Ray says:

    It seems the she has bad memories of the house. But memories are in mind. Demolishing a house can’t get rid of memories. One needs to dull the mind, it seems.

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