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Actress – Nataliorion
As she walked towards the fog she knew that her world was about to change,
Transform, adjust.
Her character hoped every night that this would be the beginning,
The actress knew it was the end,
as she stepped carefully across the circular stone set
towards the dry ice
Lit by lime green gobos.
She waited,
The sound technician hit his cue
The actress fell to the ground.
Every night the same.
She didn’t mind though,
The costume reminded her of the ghost lady
she used to see as a child.
Half hidden under her parasol.
Walking on silent feet towards the light.
Always towards the light.
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I bet the greatest number of ghosts are seen by children, what? I like the interpretation of walking toward the light!
I agree – they are far more open, not that we can remember our whole childhoods.
It’s as good an explanation as any. I sure saw ghosts when I was a kid! Who wants to remember the rest when you can remember that!
I didn’t think of this as I wrote as I concentrated on the image of the girl in the picture. My mum tells me my imaginary friend as a little girl was an old lady…
Where’s that story?!
I will write it one day!
What a perfect image you wrote. The ghost lady, half hidden by the parasol, heading towards the light. Beautiful. I loved how you evoked the eeriness present in the photograph. And also wove the title of the picture into your story. 🙂 Thanks for contributing this week, Neens, to Picture it & write! 🙂
– Ermisenda
You’re welcome, glad you liked it and thanks for finding the time to read and comment. It was a great image – gave lots of opportunities to write.