PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter
“Dad! Where are you?” I call through the house.
Simultaneously feeling chilled, by a draught even though the window is shut.
I’m motionless, caught in stride. Not believing the image I see.
A shadow of an old man.
My chest tight, my breath visible in the summer heat.
Tightness wrapping around my body and squeezing the air out my lungs.
But no one is there.
Just a darkness.
“There you are! Look, Claire! Found at the building site! I bet they hold some history!” Dad stands in front of me looking at his feet.
Walking in a dead man’s shoes!
Genre – Horror (100 words)