A ghost story I've been contemplating...---------------------------
There is no escaping one’s corpse when one is a ghost. No rest for the weary soul until the body is laid to rest. Tethered to mine like kelp to the sea floor, I sway above a mound of rubble.
This purgatory is filled with haze. A nearby yellow-hat waves into the gray wall of fog, finger pointing at a pile of concrete and twisted beams. The shadow of another man forms in the fog wall, he emerges. A white-hat. The two men crawl over the concrete and shine flashlights into dark spaces.
The ground rumbles. The shadow of a beast forms in the fog wall, a great steel claw - yellow like the man’s hat - emerges. The white-hat points at a ragged block of concrete. The claw pinches the block and turns away. Steel and stone vanish into fog wall, eddies swirl in their wake.
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Thank you for reading, I'm not sure if it works.