‘Sunday Fictioneers’ just doesn’t have the same ring to it but it’s the best I can manage at the minute (I can’t believe I used to get these written on a Wednesday). The challenge, as always, is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. This week’s prompt inspired me to write an extract of a little ghost story I’ve had tucked away in the old grey matter since 2008 and was hoping to write in time for Hallowe’en. Maybe next year! But hey, 100 words is a start. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey

The Wastelands

The change in the air was noticeable the moment they stepped onto the bridge. It was frigid yet retained a closeness that was almost insufferable. The faint breeze seemed to carry whispered warnings on its breath.

“We should go back,” she said.

“We’ve come too far, my love,” he replied. “We have to be strong and bear whatever horrors lay before us, for freedom lies beyond. The phantoms that haunt this place feed on human greed. You and I have each other, we want for nothing and will be safe. Trust me.”

“Always,” she said. She could do nothing else.