We weren’t supposed to be in the woods. He told me he wanted to lie next to me and watch the stars. He even had a blanket in his trunk.
But when we lay on the ground, amongst the shrubbery and raised roots, I saw nothing but the tops of trees and a dense fog descending upon us.
“I told my mom I’d be home by 11.”
“Just a few more minutes.” He curled his finger around the strap of my dress and pulled it down my shoulder.
I saw in his eyes what he wanted, and it scared me.
© 2022 Nortina Simmons
Part of my “Prom Night Ghost” saga on this blog. Read previous stories here and here. The short story that all of this inspired was finally written last month! It was seven years in the making, but I did it! I still need to edit and revise, so I’ll talk more about it in a future post. Stay tuned!
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