The Afterlife of Slaves

This is my response to the Friday Fictioneers prompt for February 13. The challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo prompt. Play along by writing your own, reading others and/or commenting on the flashes we fictioneers create. The photo prompt this week comes from Melanie Greenwood. My story this week weighs in at 98 words.

Copyright Rochelle Fields

Copyright Rochelle Fields

Ghosts live in the bayou. Along the shores of the swamp, you can hear them moaning in the cypress trees.

Our house sits high on a hill, away from the waters of the swamp and the frightening sounds of the bayou. It’s an old house with a long history. In the day, it is the picture of southern charm. At night, it becomes quite another thing. House ghosts come out of the walls. Silent, unlike their bayou counterparts, they wander the halls, peer into cupboards and closets, seeking what cannot be found—relief from guilt, freedom from revenge.

Author’s note: This week’s prompt proved challenging to me, and I’m not particularly happy with the story yet. But the story did remind me of the great verandas so prevalent across Louisiana. Here’s a link to the true story that inspired this one: http://themoonlitroad.com/the-slave-girl/.