Ghost Searches Downtown by Michael Parker

I walked to the bakery where we used to buy our weekly bread. I meandered through parking lots looking for our mini-van. I searched the faces in the grocery store trying to see Elle. Does she search the passing faces for a resemblance of me?

I scoped out the city park, gazing at the faces of the children on the playgrounds. Do any of them have my eyes or smile? I visited the city library and then haunted the entrances of our restaurants, theaters, and farmer’s market.

Despondent, and not remembering the way home, I took to the heart of the city. The streets and sidewalks were furiously alive. Cars were out in droves, passing to and fro like angry bees. People strolled by in faceless crowds, like giant flurries of storms crossing the valley with the saintly demeanor of purple-robed priests entering Communion.

I looked imploringly at the people approaching me. I held out my hands like a beggar. Each hand held a photo of my wife or kids. “Excuse me, have you seen my family?”

I knew that if just one person would look at the photos, they might recognize one of the faces and that would awaken a memory in them, and then that memory would become a story that they could tell. And then that story might be one of the missing stories that would fill part of my hungry void. But no one looked at me, nor even noticed me. No one told a story.


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5 responses to “Ghost Searches Downtown by Michael Parker

  1. Rebecca

    This is an interesting take on Ghosthood? I never considered that one might lose the things they held dear in life. Your imagery is full of conflicting images that caught my attention, and I think reflected the emotions of your ghost in a hurry to recover what was lost and an eternity to search. I am amazed at the depth of meaning and information that can be contain in 250 words. I love this site.

  2. I took it as Alzheimers at first, and that’s because of reader experience. I like the simple plot that builds in tension as we hope for him.

    • Rebecca

      I love how good writing can be so many things. How I can read a story and take something totally different from it then the writer probably meant or then even the person who reads it next.

  3. Powerful story again this week, Michael. The longing and sadness so powerfully drawn. Well done!

  4. Pingback: Week #43 – To the core | 52|250 A Year of Flash

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