Ethereal Whispers


Lauren flying through stars

A sound flutters around me in a distant sort of way, a voice as ethereal as a whisper, speaks my name, “Sherri, Sherri.”

Strange…I’m the only one here in the dwindling afternoon, waiting for darkness to swallow sunlight…“Sherri, Sherri.”

Through the haze, shadows with human faces drift through a dimly lit room; my mother stands before them, behind her a mahogany box lays dripping with flowers. She blots an eye with a tissue. “Sherri, we miss you;” her voice shudders as she speaks my name, “Sherri, Sherri.”


I’m participating in Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction prompt. This week’s prompt – Whisper.


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27 Comments Ethereal Whispers

    1. Lauren

      Thanks Ann!!! I used to write noir short stories. And I thought a short story was short. : ) I should start writing longer pieces again, other than the memoir I’m trying to get placed with an agent.

    1. Lauren

      Thank you, Phil!

      I love writing spooky stuff as much as I like writing funny stuff. I’m going to find that link you gave me on Twitter and read the article.


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