I’ve found some ‘100 word stories’ I wrote on some sort of course once. Here’s a new one, for you:
He has died and she is sad.
Neither of them believed in an afterlife.
But sometimes, she speaks to him out loud, just in case he is there, listening.
She asks him, if he still has some awareness, some existence, to give her a sign.
If you’re here, turn that light on.
Write down something that only we would know.
Convince me that we were wrong, that there is something after death.
There is never any sign, any reply.
His ghost sits, considering what he might write, though knowing he never will.
Best to let her heal and move on.