Pale-blue moonlight caressed ancient headstones as Eliza's pale fingers traced weathered epitaphs. Mist coiled around her ankles like spectral chains. A whisper, her name perhaps, drifted between the marble angels. When she turned, a gentleman in black stood watching. His face was hauntingly familiar, although she had attended his funeral only yesterday. Writing Prompt Write a story of 50 words. not including the title. Any subject accepted. Must be exactly 50 words. Author Notes Perhaps the shortest gothic romance story ever written.

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