*plunk” another pebble fell from my hand.
She’s gone. slipped right through my fingers like the stone.
I remember when she told me, “Honey, I’m a ghost. We have to find my killer before I lose my potency.”
“Ghosts have potency levels?”
(The little things I didn’t know about my wife.)
“He killed you for your family’s BBQ recipe?”
” Best in the west” she grinned as she quoted the label.
I fell in love all over again, chasing down her killer.
They found him in a vat of the family recipe.
*
Now I hold her memory and aimlessly watch ghost koi.
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Today’s Friday Fictioneer’s photo prompt is the photograph of the Koi taken by Douglas Macilroy.
penned in moon dust 