100wc week #29
My Sister We arrived at the graveyard to bury our great grandmother that recently passed. The air was misty and cold. All I could see was my little sister, Rose's crimson coloured hair, but suddenly, with a flash, it was gone. "Rose! Rose!" I shouted, but there was no response. I started to look around frantically, but she was nowhere to be seen. All of a sudden, I heard a laugh. I knew in an instant it was her, but it didn't seem as playful as usual. Then her face popped out, and that was all I could remember...