Buried
This is the story of a girl ghost, Lucy James. She has become trapped in a field where her body lay in its shallow grave. All she wants is to see her granddad again and to do this she knows she needs to see her body's true burial.
Note: this short story is now available as an e-book short. See right the right column for a direct link to amazon.co.uk
Excerpt...
It was night. The frozen field she’d not been able to leave was covered in a thick blanket of snow. The amount of cars on the road had become scarce, so she’d given up her task for a while. Instead she stood, looking down at the little black shoe under the hedgerow. It was a size six and a half, ‘a big girl’s shoe,’ her mum had told her when they were in the shop.
Another car came zooming up the road, headlights full on. They blinked through the bare bones of the bush. She waved even though she knew they wouldn’t see her.
She walked the five steps to the opening in the hedge. As the car’s lights left a white streak in front of her, she heard another one coming in the other direction. She stood waiting for it to arrive over the crest of the hill.
When it’s dipped lights appeared, she could see the man inside. She waved. He had a white light running around his head and shoulders, the white of angels; she’d seen a few like that but none of them had stopped. He looked her way and with the expression he wore, she knew he could see her.
For further reading, check out the Buried page.
Note: this short story is now available as an e-book short. See right the right column for a direct link to amazon.co.uk
Excerpt...
It was night. The frozen field she’d not been able to leave was covered in a thick blanket of snow. The amount of cars on the road had become scarce, so she’d given up her task for a while. Instead she stood, looking down at the little black shoe under the hedgerow. It was a size six and a half, ‘a big girl’s shoe,’ her mum had told her when they were in the shop.
Another car came zooming up the road, headlights full on. They blinked through the bare bones of the bush. She waved even though she knew they wouldn’t see her.
She walked the five steps to the opening in the hedge. As the car’s lights left a white streak in front of her, she heard another one coming in the other direction. She stood waiting for it to arrive over the crest of the hill.
When it’s dipped lights appeared, she could see the man inside. She waved. He had a white light running around his head and shoulders, the white of angels; she’d seen a few like that but none of them had stopped. He looked her way and with the expression he wore, she knew he could see her.
For further reading, check out the Buried page.
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