He was a lurker, they weren’t supposed to see him. But it’d been so long since anyone had reacted to his presence, he couldn’t help but wave back. The children smiled and hollered at him.
From that day on, he lurked closer to at the edge of visibility. At first, most hikers didn’t notice. But soon word spread.
He has become an attraction in his own right and he never disappoints his audience. At the first sign of a hand raised in greeting, the waving ghost of the creek fades into view and responds. He’s the local tourist office’s dream.
It’s been a while since my first MFtS catch-up story, hasn’t it? It didn’t turn out the way I wanted, but I’m writing with a massive headache today and that never leads to noteworthy prose.
It looks like a ruin. It looks like it’s not been lived in for centuries. Don’t let looks deceive you.
Seeing takes time – you won’t if you cast a casual glance at the tower, you need patience. Focus on the battlement. Don’t take your eyes away. Blink, if you must, but blink fast. Occupy your mind, distract it – think about a favourite holiday, the food you couldn’t live without, the person you desire. Relax. But don’t take your eyes away.
Don’t complain about the sun blinding you. They are easier to spot in bright sunshine.