PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma
The picture was dark and indistinct, like one of those ghost hunting shows where everything happens in flashes of light between dark. We spent a lot of time exploring abandoned places and this night was no different. Tommy snapped pictures of the old railway station. Back at his house, we sorted through the printed images.
The boy stood on the edge of the platform, backpack over one shoulder. He hadn’t been there when Tommy took the picture.
“There aren’t ghosts,” we both said.
Tommy torn the picture into pieces and tossed them into the trash. Our love of the abandoned was done.