The Scribe of the Vault of Orendathos won the April 3rd Aether Prompt, with this ghostly bit of microfiction on the march:
The sounds of children floated through the grime covered windows. Laughter. Singing.
“From when there were still songs,” Ann said to herself.
As the platoon passed, Ann lowered her rifle so she could run a hand over the glass.
“What are you doing, A?”
The crunch of her Lt.’s boots followed his whisper. Ann sighed, then shouldered her weapon.
“I was only-”
“No, A! I meant didn’t you see the lights were on?”
Ann’s eyes widened and she froze where she was. She only had to look down to see the faces of wraiths staring back through the windows.
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