Flash Fiction: After the Flames

­­­­­The wildfire ends.

“You’re still here?”

The fireman looks to the woman in a pioneer dress. “The kids—”

“Safe. They followed me.”

He points to the charred corpse. “Who’s this?”

She stares offering him a hand. “Sorry, my manners. Never met another ghost.”



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