I broke away from my family and off the hiking trail. There was a girl of about ten, her summer dress billowing up as she twirled like a ballerina. As I got close, she ran away, then stopped to be sure I followed. She led me to the abandoned building made of brick and concrete. We went inside the broken structure, up the concrete steps, and to the second floor. She led me to a room, empty except for trash scattered all over the floor, and the pile of bones in the corner. Giggling, the girl twirled again and disappeared.
© Josslyn Rae Turner
Photo by J. Hardy Carroll
Part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge. For more information go to: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/04/06/8-april-2016/