He’d never done this without his mom cage side or somewhere in the stands. Her passing during his camp was a test of mental fortitude—every painful day.
A ghostly breeze brushed him as he stepped into the cage; she was there.
Word Count: 42

Prompted from Deb Whittam’s 42 Words at: https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/10/18/42-words-24/.

Prompted from Eugi’s Weekly Prompt at: https://amanpan.com/2020/10/19/eugis-weekly-prompt-ghostly-october-19-2020-%f0%9f%91%bb/.
That’s beautiful Dave. 😊
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Woah! Excellent!
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You’re welcome!
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That is great and sad at the same time! I always wish to feel the presence of my mom or my son. My late husband too but I don’t think he’s that “hang around” type of spirit. He’s probably off doing something else!
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😂
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