Ghosts (100 words)

People said, the ghosts lived in the river near their house didn’t have philtrum. That’s the only thing make them different from human. The rumour never scared him, the little boy. He liked playing around the river, pretended to be pirate. No children wanted to play with him, like they didn’t see him. One day, some children came, as usual, ignoring him. This time, the boy felt sorrowful. Ran to find his mother. Wept on her lap. She lifted his face up, console him. As she spoke gently, the little boy could see no philtrum there.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Flash Fiction

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