Sharing some fiction from a fellow fantasywriters subreddit writing competition entrant. The brief this month is ‘Tragedy without Death’.
This story won the November r/fantasywriters challenge.
Zeke locked his truck. “You’re not going to bring the metal detector?”
“If I need it.” Casey trudged across the road, resting her shovel on her shoulder. She stopped in front of the one vacant lot that happened to belong to Zeke. “You lived here?”
“How can you tell?”
“The lilacs. Ghost gardens keep coming up, long after everyone’s gone.”
The lot where Zeke’s childhood house had stood was now a weed-choked field, with only his mother’s lilac bushes to mark the spot where his bedroom window had been. But as they walked through the waist-high grass, Zeke noticed other remnants of the house: cracked slabs of pavement split by thorn bushes, uneven ground that sank into a foundation pit filled with muddy water, and rusty pipes that zigzagged out of the ground like metal roots. All details that he’d missed from…
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