Ghost of Dura

“It’s nice to see old friends. Unless they bring dark secrets to light.”

I wrote this story in answer to the following prompt:
Friday Fictioneers – Write a 100-word story based on the Photo Prompt image above by © Russell Gayer

Ghost of Dura

The sight of the van hit Eric like a mouldy white ghost.

Vines hogtied the wheels of the rusting, festering vehicle — but he remembered it.

“Dura, how did you get here?” he breathed. “Last time I saw you, I’d had too many alcopops. I remember driving home. I woke up without you.”

Eric approached the van.

Peering through the glass, he remembered the corduroy seats. The skull gear-shifter left him smiling.

“My guitar!” Eric pulled on the rear door. It groaned open. He stumbled away in horror. The stench of death. A female corpse.

“What the hell happened that night?”

The End

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