His Sun

Image by Jules Gervais-Courtellemont.

A flash fiction story originally written for and published by The Story Seed.

It was as if Margaret was still here.

After all those years, her presence could still be felt everywhere – in the house and in the garden, in the river and in the air. But most strongly, in his paintings.

Everyday, he sat in front of his easel with a meticulous and passionate dedication, to create another painting of her.

I never imagined that ghosts could be more charming than a living, breathing human being. Yet here we were – me, a forgotten shadow behind him and Margaret, his sun, his fellow artist, his muse. His everything.


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