Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the link (after this piece) and come join us!
Because It Didn’t Have A Name Yet
My family was gathered for Easter brunch. For hundreds of years, nothing had changed here. Even the ghost of Cousin Emily, forced to become a nun and dead so young for it, stayed on haunting our home.
“She’s in my room at this very moment.” My sister, Roberta. seemed quite beside herself. We were sipping Brandy Alexanders.
“Shall I come upstairs with you?” I asked.
“No, that wouldn’t help.”
“What does she want?”
“She wants to come to supper this evening.”
“To tell us where it’s hidden,” my sister replied.
“We’ll set another place, then.”
photo prompt© Jan Wayne Fields