photo by Joel Filipe – Unsplash

They rise and fall inside the tank, pale bodies cutting through the viscous fluid with the ease of razors through skin, and there’s something familiar in the shape of their heads, the condensed pearly rope where a spine might once have been, the long, translucent limbs that slap against the glass, testing for weakness, seeking escape.

“What are they?” she asks, pushing one sticky tendril that had wrapped itself around her thumb back into the tank.

“Once they were human…after a fashion; now, they are ghosts.”


For Three Line Tales.


One thought on “Phantasm

  1. Ooooo! Such an eerie twist! So glad you decided to join us this week — and never too late, especially if you’re posting prior to the next week’s post 😉 Hope to see you again next week!


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