On a fine day, I decide to visit Norwich. I drive to the park and ride, hop on a bus and, once in the city centre, head for Elm Hill, to explore its Tudor buildings, quaint shops and courtyards, which have been used often in settings for films, and are reputedly haunted.
Clouds gather overhead, I feel large drops on my face, so head for a courtyard to shelter from the storm. I peer into the dark entrance, hoping it’s not someone’s home. There’s a shop with old-fashioned awning and a full-blossoming tree, where city lilacs release their sweet, wild perfume then bow down, heavy with rain.
I approach the shop, but someone’s already beneath the awning, a woman in costume, a sprig of lilacs in her hair. There are no film cameras to be seen and, when I look again, I’m all alone.
Kim M. Russell, 12th February 2024

Image by Andréas Brun on Unsplash
It’s Monday and I am hosting Prosery at the dVerse Poets Pub with a spring theme. Prosery is a very short piece of prose that tells a story with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of your choice — flash fiction with a limit of 144 words, and an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line or two from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit.
For many years I have enjoyed novels and poetry by British writer Helen Dunmore, who is Yorkshire-born; like its tea, her writing is full of Yorkshire flavour. The lines I chose are from a poem called ‘City Lilacs’, from Glad of These Times (Bloodaxe Books, 2007):
‘…city lilacs
release their sweet, wild perfume
then bow down, heavy with rain.’
I love love this… a ghost, but so sweet and benign she seems to be coming out of a Holbein painting. Gentle and sweet for being a ghost story.
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Thank you, Björn. A Holbein painting sounds good to me, and you know how much I love ghost stories.
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I love the association with the afterlife and scent. Some claim to randomly smell the familiar fragrances of loved ones after they pass.
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Thank you, Melissa. I sometimes still smell my grandmother’s lily of the valley perfume,
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Kim, my body tingled at the ending. I love every bit of your story and can see you doing these things and encountering a lovely ghost with lilacs in her hair ❤
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Thank you so much, Lisa! I love it when my writing hits the spot for my readers.
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You’re very welcome.
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Love a ghost-sighting story, Kim, and this one has a specially sweet charm of its own.
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Thank you kindly, Dora!
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I’m sure old towns are full of ghosts, but you need to be there at a lonely time, like this, when everyone has scuttled out of the rain, to be able to see them. So atmospheric!
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Thanks Jane! The lanes of Norwich often have that feeling.
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I went to Norwich for a university interview but remember nothing of the town though I know I visited it. Your story reminded me of York.
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Norwich is indeed a fine city, as the welcome sign claims. I loved York when we visited.
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I love this, Kim! I hope it really happened to you. 🙂 I can imagine it happening in an old town when no one else is about.
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Thank you, Merril. It’s amazing how many little nooks and crannies you can find where no one seems to go.
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If I ever get to your part of the world, I’ll want a tour!
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You bet!
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A vivid encounter. When our mind is open, we see many things we would otherwise miss. (K)
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Thanks Kerfe. The ghost next door seems to have moved in with us, but I don’t see her much.
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I had a spirit in one of my residences that I never saw, but felt.
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Beautifully done, Kim. I like your mystery twist at the end.
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Thanks so much, Dwight!
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You are most welcome.
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A great story with intrigue leaving one to think.
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Thank you, Carol!
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A fine ghost story. Bravo
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much♡love
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Thanks som uch, Gillena!
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I love a good ghost sighting especially when it is not super scary!
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Me too, Marie Christine!
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Mustn’t blink your eyes, you’d see here run. Too late now though.
Please don’t wipe my away, I have an inserted little poem. I’m trying to write hip hop stuff but not much help. Do you teach hip hop poetry to your kids?
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I did write some hip hop poetry with students when I was still teaching, but only after a hip hop poet visited the school and gave us some classes and a performance.
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The things we see when we are less busy of mind and looking 🙂
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I try to always keep my eyes and mind open!
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😉
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This was so dreamy, Kim. I love it and want to find myself under that same awning.
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Thank you, Dale. Norwich has lots of little lanes and courtyards like this one to explore.
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How wonderful!
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