Flash Fiction: Watcher

I had initially thought that the trek was a bad idea. I was reluctant to join in. However, my friends convinced me, and I am glad they did. They could not fathom my reluctance. They did not know that this place held bad memories for me.

I pushed those memories aside, and enjoyed the trek. As we we were departing, a fog settled in. Concealed in it, I could see a figure watching us. No, not us. It was watching me. She was watching me.

She lingered on, even after falling to her death, the last time I was here.

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Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Thursday photo prompt: Watcher #writephoto

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Departing

Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge, Week 16

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