The veil between the worlds slips and restless souls stalk the earth. A few among the living, more daring than the rest, honor the shades of spirits past with gifts of food and flowers, small tokens of better times. Reassured they haven't been forgotten, the dead are coaxed back to their sleep. Until next year.
About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!